Harbor Fog. Again.

Little grey dreams,
I sit at the ocean’s edge,
At the grey ocean’s edge, 
With you in my lap.
I launch you, one by one,
    And one by one,
      Little grey dreams,
Under the grey, grey, clouds,
Out on the grey, grey, sea, 
You go sailing away, 
From my empty lap,
      Little grey dreams.
Sailing! Sailing!
Into the black,
At the horizon’s edge.


Little Grey Dreams, by Angelina Weld Grimke