As I looked at the four corners of the room,
Nostalgic...

Coming, going
Leaving, staying...

Shivering,
All dark...

I should have,
I could have...

The hard weary years,
Etched in a face...

I.
Grey skies and swirling thunder...

Please dear God,
I have a prayer...

Falling
I'm helpless...

I
Blissfully blind...

In shades of black and white
the world was apparent...