Grey

[nibbed]

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,                            This line doesn't seem to fit. Perhaps lose the awake or the tense?
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.                            does breathing on the glass cause the snow to engulf mass? engulf mass sounds more brainy than poetic.

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

While time                                                        I liked "time falls slowly", but not repeated, unless in a refrain.
falls slowly
and you stare,
so lonely,
I look away.
Everything is grey.   



Hi Youi

Though the poem conveys solemnity, loneliness, and well, grey,
I want to (somehow) see it as a key of hope to another's happiness,
if that makes any sense. Grey isn't so bad, and can be used
in precious ways.


thank you for the read.

-nibbed