Worlds - We Are Not Alone!

Today's bleak blog is coming at you through the interstices between this world, formerly Great Britain CE 2014 [latter days of] and one of its contiguous, contingent alterealities, Grey Britain, where the ashen agents of a sterile future are swarming diligently over our every aspiration......

Spectral

Who are the shadows of grey

that sift in and out of the pillars of grey

in clouds of cold and loneliness?

Why is there hardness in their eyes

and hatred in their voices?

  

They move so gloomily,

they talk so forcedly,

they love so selfishly.

  

Stars no longer thrill the heart,

nor moon provokes a lover’s song.

The bird of loudest lay is still

and we,

but a distant memory

in the torn mind

of a tired god.

  

Collars are pulled up

on rainswept streets

and cars hiss fast through the night

and on into the day

and on into the night

as bells ring,

cogs turn

and machines grind out a theme

all grating and steely-cold in progression.

  

Grey shadows

among grey pillars,

they mutter dirges of depression

and suppression.

So the wasteland grows

and spectres show themselves

at every turn.
                                 
Of course, we don't have let them through! We are all poets, we all have the power. The word is love.

Thanks for reading and have a good week, S :-(