Gray, how leaden gray the sea,
Which, few hours before,
Sparkled blue, such bright blue to me,
While waiting for the storm to come ashore.
Gray, how dirty cotton-gray the sky,
Which was a while ago I saw,
As blue, or bluer than this sea now nigh,
Fore wind attacked with tooth and claw.
Gray, how gray and dull has grown my soul,
Which once was spangled, red, and gold, and green,
'Til the colors fled, before life's crashing roll,
And, having left, nevermore were seen.
Donovan Baldwin