The grey word thief

A spark of inspiration

A gift of words from a dream I think

But by the time I find, my paper pen and ink

How faded now they appear

Words degrading

Lost once again to the grey fog,

descending in my head,

Thief, burglar, robber

My thoughts ideas, & memories

Stolen, taken by the grey

And hidden away, for now at least

Perhaps the grey will return them

To the darkness of my dreams again,

So now I sleep

beside my paper, pen and ink