The Colour Drains

The sea in shades of grey and blue,
I sit in silent thoughts of you.

A hint of setting sun glows red,
The day is done, I seek my bed.

Coarse cliffs below with rocks so black,
I wonder when you’re coming back.

The colour drains with all I miss,
My mind dives off the precipice.

The train rolls on into the night,
An empty seat sits by my side.

To grey I come, and this to be,
Until your fair light touches me.


Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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