grey pearl

i used to think that grey was bad
not just dull
but lesser and
(mostly likely)
suspect

now i see a million shades of beauty in
the changes that reflect the light
softly
differently

in these last few days
i have seen the shimmery silver of a school of fish
sparkling, though covered by a weighty ocean
i have marveled at the foil-frail mirrored wings of a butterfly
so pale that grey sheen, changing in the wind

and i have seen you
like a pearl
and me
equally luminous
wrapped in my own distinct hue