Gray.
The chill of waves: crash! fierce storm.
The dusk of house: fire burns warm.
The cry of loss: lonely heart.
The rain of tears, when pain starts.
The rising flood: fear drowns all.
The going tide: sea’s cruel call.
Look in your eyes: soft and sad.
The aching soul, with sighs clad.
The blinding fog: sea unknown.
The fading life: time has flown. . .
. . .gone. . .
Gray.