gray eyes, soft like a old sweatshirt
you wear to football games and 
for curling up on the couch in the rain.
gray like the rain falling from the sky
warm like the sun, shining on top of 
a mountain just before noon. 
gray the haze over the sea,
wispy fog drifting through the overpass
gray like the softest parts of the night. 
gray has never been so beautiful to me.