Lacrymosa

thunder and lightning in my soul
torrid rain drenching all my thoughts
smearing the memories
     gray
blearing the dreams
     all gray

blending their colors
blurring their traces
distorting their forms
diluting their faces
until they are obliterated
     by the screaming ache
until I can't remember
     why I too
          am gray

May 9, 2002