Hey, the skies are all grey
The horizon is faded
And the light has been drained
The mist sucked the color from out of the leaves
I wept with the clouds when it started to rain
Oh, the sun doesn’t know
The world has grown cold
Out of reach of his glow
In moods of December we danced through the shroud
Trailed by the hint of a shadow below
Hey, we don’t have to wait
For cover of darkness
To come out and play
It’s vampire weather, let’s go for a walk
We can stay lost for the rest of the day
Oh, and when light arrives
When these disguises
Uncover the sky
I’ll stay beside you where I can still find
It’s vampire weather that colors your eyes
vampireweather 
This is really good. It has a subtle romance to it that draws the reader in, wanting to be with the speaker.
~Alyssa Maria
Thank you for the kind words 🙂
That’s the exact effect I thought it had when I first read it.
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Every day I wake
I long for grey skies to appear
In my heart I feel an ache
When outside the skies are clear
When I shut my eyes tight
I can see your blue eyes so clear
But they are never as bright
As when you are near
Where are my grey skies
Captors, please set them free
I miss my blue eyes
Captors, please give them back to me
Day or night I feel love
No matter where I lie
Every time I dream of
Grey skies and blue eyes
When they turn up missing
I can barely breathe
It’s like my heart is freezing
And my soul is not at ease
All I long for is my freedom
When the day is through
By your side even imprisoned
I just want to be with you
Where are my grey skies
Captors, please set them free
I miss my blue eyes
Captors, please give them back to me
Ah so tragic and lovely. It is hard to be held from the things we desire. Life holds us captive so many times. This reminds me of a news story I read yesterday about a prisoner overseas sending videos home to his family asking for help and his family trying to free him but the captors never made their demands clear or gave any information, so the family is stuck here seeing pleas from their father/husband but unable to reach him or bring him back. It seemed so agonizing. I felt like I could relate to them
I also read about that. I felt so close to that story because I feel like I have been in the same place as he is, minus the terrorists. How terrible it must be to not know if he will see his family again. Not know if they are okay, and be so far away that he cannot provide comfort or protection or talk to them. It’s agonizing to be kept from ones we love. And to feel so helpless. Wanting o make things better, but there’s nothing that can be done. One of the most horrendous feelings.
I was going to post it today, but last night I wondered if you needed it like I did, so I posted. 🙂
I am glad to see more of your poetry. I love reading what you write, and you were here sharing them back before anyone had really heard of my blog, so I am impressed you stuck around this long and I always love hearing your thoughts 🙂
VW, what a great poem – you have chosen such an apt name for yourself that you carefully pulled out from your own marvelous work! This seems to cast you as the King of Darkness…;)
Thank you. I often feel like that has become my kingdom