At times I think, and what of her?
The essence that left me and stirred
A soul searching for answers to
The missing and the longing too
Here where shades of Blond were mine
A place of peace for quite some time
Held my sense of being here
Today alone I am as feared
Yet in this state of emptiness
To her and world love I confessed
Though it was not to be as thought
I still go there this moment brought
She was as light that fell upon
A field of dreams where I would bond
A place tranquil, with glass of wine
Held in my hand to comfort mind
Though shades of Grey have now become
My own as time has passed and done
I seek answers from one I know
It's best to free what's left, let go
And though time shifts its paradigm
I'll hold these thoughts of well spent time
As all things good come to an end
These shades of Blond of when and then