The Gray

By: John T. Earnest

Silence under shadow,
No sound is in the Gray.
The land is soot that settled
From a fallout long ago.
No devil stirs the dust.
No spirit burns the shrub.
A screen of smoke is all to see,
The void is all to feel.
The rocks and caves lie derelict–not a sound to hear.

Some say they see the color,
Some claim they hear the sound.
The eye can’t see its folly
Thus the Voice is never found.
Delusion is the medicine
That takes the pain away.
But death is in the landscape,
Its depths are in the Gray.

Silence under shadow,
No sound is in the Gray.
The land of stone is longing,
Its ghosts are in dismay.
Who can peer behind the dust?
Or who can prove the shrub?
A shout from dawn is all to know,
The void is all to feel.
Beyond the few with Voice inside–not a sound to hear.