a month away

a month away,
another one;
will have gone and pass me by,
but;
what is there to show?

breezing from one to the next
yet;
there's still,
nothing to show.

a blank White canvas,
now dirty and Grey,
worn out with time,
yet;
still blank.

when will there be color?

a month away,
yet;
the light still seems so far away

White wine sparkles;
down petals of Pink roses,
into infinite darkness,
and
losing precious stones.

a month away
yet
there is still; nothing.