Grey

[Youi]

As time falls 
so slowly
and snow outside 
drifts softly,
I sit with you- 
so quiet.
This silence is a riot.

Awake some early morning, 
dull and entranced,
I await the storm 
behind the cold, 
hard glass.

Scattered on the window,
ice has grown 
so life-like
in the dim glow 
of a street light,
cracking as the wind blows.

You gaze in my direction, 
eyes of fire reflection-
I breathe 
on the glass 
watching snow engulf mass.

Wisps in shadows 
from a howling thunder,
distant on horizons, 
clash with sudden lightning.

While time
falls slowly
and you stare,
so lonely,
I look away.
Everything is grey.