Glossy Blue

I sit here alone in my yellow-lit room, not knowing what to do,

Since all I want to do is to talk to you.

The frozen morning dew and the sky’s grey hue,

Is my only reminder of your kind eyes, a glossy blue.

With time, their color will fade as the clouds fade from my apartment view,

And I’ll no longer sit alone in a dimly lit room.

Though I hope I will never forget the sound of the loons,

Sitting on the cottage deck, listening to their tune;

As they call to us in the flickering light of the moon.