The city sky is overcast with clouds tonight
And holds the myriad points of light below
Street lights mostly with their orangey color
A white lighted structure here and there

On a distant building a light of brilliant blue
Still further out are areal towers with red
And of course the occasional traffic signal
With several color choices ever changing

So, what color results to paint these clouds
Difficult to say, it might not even have a name
I have seen it from my night window quite often
Not a stranger, but not yet introduced by to me

The clouds are not entirely homogeneous
Darker splotches intervene with lighter ones
Nonetheless the glow is nearly all the same
It has been constant and will be so till the dawn

It is time finally I think to name that color
More just a glow really of grays and reds
Gray predominates, steal gray in two shades
Slightly darker here, slightly less so there

Imagine mixed in with that a touch of rose
And there you have it, except for this
There is no light reflected whatsoever
The clouds have eaten and absorbed it all

Flat, non-reflective, giving nothing back
Takes the light of others and keeps it for itself
These words describe as well a cold cold heart
Like mine had been before I fell in love with you