the color of sad

the color of sad
the color of hope-to-forget
the color of pale butterfly wings
flitting against broken snow
the color of anjel tears
falling from the stormy skies
the sound of a blizzard
as the gods hope-to-forget as well
quiet; anticipation perhaps
or is it a different feeling yet?
thunders far off whisper uneasiness
but there is no lightning to light your path

the color of chill
the color of snowblind
the color of trying-to-remember
but perhaps not trying at all
but perhaps not caring at all
tread the path of every man
the destination is always where you've just left
the future is always
less certain than shadows
less hopefull than what lies within shadows

if you cannot see the snow
in the valley of the shadow of death
does it make it any less cold
perhaps we do not try to know
perhaps we do not care to know