Color
The sun setting on the sea;
Blues and greens, reds and yellows
Reflect on the water;
For the lone boat at sea
Two men watching;
Eyes wide, beauty in the making
The gentle bobbing of the boat;
Humming the men asleep
The past comes to mind;
No other thought to find
A raging storm with no mercy;
The waves tossing them around
Herds of men flocking;
Pulling rope, bailing out water
Thunder cracking;
Lighting striking
Those overboard are frozen;
Others pulled into the deep
Moon high above in the night;
Seeing the havoc that has been raised
Two survivors left;
On their own small boat
The sun rising over the waves;
Telling the end of that night
Colors on the water bleeding;
Such a magnificent sight
To live another day;
To survive through the night
Bodies all gone from their vision;
The only company each other
Sun beating down;
Searing their skin
Birds cawing loud;
Circling from above
Sharks swimming around;
Looking for a munch
No water to drink;
Slowly going mad
No food to eat;
Stomachs making sounds
Relief soon to be found;
The sun going down
Bleeding water, but not the sun;
Two becoming one
The water runs red;
with the life of another
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