A Window Greys

The world outside is grey,
there is no sun today,
No light to brighten, no heat to warm
the world, nor beams to enliven its form.

Leaves hang lifeless, drooping down,
no breath of wind, no rustle of sound,
No swooping swallows, nor croaking crows,
just greying roofs, set out in rows.

The world inside is grey,
within, as without: a void.
A vast chasm of nothingness which engulfs
the things which surround it.
It cannot last.

I offer you my grey, my love, whoever you are.
Will you fill the void and give me colour?
Will you lighten my darkness?

Do you exist?