Grey Skies

An admirer from afar...
The distance--a blink of an eye.
Statuesque I remain, never to reveal the weakened-self.

The actual ideally ought to change, or merely sustain wear from weather.
Grey skies ahead, the coming of thunder or snowy feathers?

The vagueness is of gain, expectancy never high
Never it will loose its reign.

What do I hear? A rare ring graces my ears.
Accompanied by a voice, smooth sending Kem's melodic tears to entertain missing memories.
An act of kindness, one I truly appreciate.
Grace my being with it.

The grey skies shall remain vague... time will inspire a new age