Grey Palette

A palette of sensation I take,

Smeared with shades of cool and grey

Portraying her in an unperceived canvas.

I count all the shades of grey,

In a world of black and white they stay

Blended with ambiguous truth, enshrouded.

Glad her eyes can't be deciphered,

Dark like the shadows that prowl

In the realms of my monochromatic world.

A world where  seasons have no colour

Ocean and  sky embrace each other

Leaves live and wither, reflecting the same shade.

I paint all and sundry devoid of colour,

The world  unfolds the shade coral

To be most favoured for her lips.

As I fail to see her true colours,

I paint her with my grey palette 

With a coral stain subtly left for the lips.