The Grey

You nurtured for us a world of vague grey Yet I yearned for clarity Promises in black and white But there is true darkness Cascading over your heart Pale as death are my hands From the absence of yours Oh, but some grey is depicted Remains of what could have been Ash scattered by my bedside Under wet pillows and loyal blankets I'll still wish upon teasing stars And the heartbreaking moonlight That a guiding star finds your eye To seek home in my heart