Erosion of Time: My Only Friend

Peeling back the color of time.

A splinter in my mind,

piercing me for all of time.

Perched here, grey,

a perspective mine

alone, frozen in time.

The line has been millennia.

A long time to be grey.

A long time to be alone.

Though when I look out,

I have seen all the colors

peel back in time.

Something like a dream.

For I have seen

all the colors pass me like a stream.

I sit here, grey,

as they dance away.

Though at my dreaming core,

I believe I am so much more.

Only in my dreams do I change,

becoming color in every range.

Unmoving through time,

I sit and watch the colors fade.

Dreaming for the day

they look my way and say

not grey,

but more.

The erosion of time,

my only friend.

Rays seldom seen in physical form,

a vein of gold.

A color so bold.

Yet, all it took was for me to grow old

to see that I was always gold.

I am grey.

I am gold.