• TECHNICOLOR

    The colour of the ocean,
    Blue like the sky,
    And the pen in my hand,
    As the last ship leaves.

    White of the ashes,
    Scattered in the water,
    With the roses,
    That you loved so much.

    Green of the plants,
    That brush over our skin,
    As we approach,
    The edge of the cliff.

    Black of the rocks,
    Where my uncle perches,
    Before we drive home,
    In the foreboding darkness.

    Grey is the end of the era,
    As we fly above the sea,
    I won't be coming back,
    Until the fog recedes.