Today I painted my hours with shades of grey
a palette of monotone between black and white
brush strokes on the textured canvas felt but unseen
reflecting invisible colours of a blind illumination
Creations from my inner world where grey cells
dictate the course of my direction towards the dark
black pigment gives presence to the empty page
covering the blank day with splashes and lines
When the unexpressed become one with the night
with eyes closed tight will the light of days
come to haunt thoughts waiting for grey to fade
covering black with darkness of tortured sleep.
Ciaran Burke
