If I could
I would paint the invisible
with intimate shades
spread from your hands

If you could
you would hold me
you cannot hold me
brightness eludes me
bounces off
cement and steel

Infinite grey
Infinite variety

Grey is always
turning sour
almost almost
turning into blue
there is no sadness
in its texture
Grey is always
almost the colour of sleep

Infinite grey
Infinite variety
Infinite grey
Infinite variety