Going Grey

A tsunami breaking on a beach
As we eat a picnic in the sun
No riddles just a table for two
While I weep over what I've become.

A summer house, a bone white chair
An unlit candle on a hunters moon
No riddles just a handful of sand
Walking naked through an empty room.

No more waves just retreating sea
Wind in your hair, a beautiful view
No riddles no more apologies
Life was grey and then there was you.