Title: Grey and Blue (or a day in summer)
By: Endgegner07 (formerly Baldur)
Rating: K
Summary: Holmes reflects upon the changes of colour in Watson´s eyes. Friendship, non-slash.
Disclaimer: I don´t own Sherlock Holmes.
A/N: A repost. I hope you'll enjoy this Fic. It is (or was) my first one. Keep in mind that Englisch isn't my native language. Now fixed minor errors, but there still might be some, as I don't have a beta reader. Hope it's not too corny ;)

Grey and Blue

When I first saw you,
your eyes were grey,
like North Sea in December.
Their expression weary and hollow,
because you have seen more
than you should have seen.

Later you healed from the horrors you have seen.
Then I noticed, your eyes have changed.
They became blue.
Pale, but not the weary grey they were
when I met you.

When you first layed eyes on your "wife to be",
they changed yet again.
Deep emotions in them, they shone blue.
Blue like the azure sky on a day in summer.
And their expression was just as warm.

When I told you that Moriarty was after me,
my life in danger (I told you about the air gun),
your eyes were blue.
Not this pure azure blue but darker.
Dark blue, the blue the sky turns into
just before a storm comes up.
I was taken aback by the worry I saw in them.

When you stood at the falls and thought me death,
I was glad.
For I couldn't see your eyes.
I don't want to know what they look like,
what colour they are, when you are feeling agony.
The agony I know you felt when you thought me death.

Three years later I saw your eyes.
They were hollow.
Everyone you cared about had died.
Your wife, me, you had no one left.
They were gray once again.
But they were grayer than North Sea in December.
It was as if there were no feelings left in you,
save emptiness and grief...

When you woke up after you fainted,
you looked into my eyes. I saw shock,
confusion and hope
and your eyes were a pale blue again.

This blue stayed for years
because you could not entirely forgive me.
You didn't forget the pain you felt
because of my "death".

Today I looked into your eyes yet again.
They still are blue. The hollowness is gone,
I seldom see the grief and pain you felt years ago.

I wonder,
what will make your eyes look azure blue again,
warm and kind like a day in summer?

The sea here in Cornwall is grey,
like your eyes once were.
I buried my cocaine and my syringe into
the sands near the grey cornish sea.

The sea's colour won't turn into azure blue,
but maybe you eyes will,
when I tell you that I am no longer
addicted to the drug you so sorely hated.

And maybe, when you look into my eyes,
yours will once again be as
warm and kind as a day in summer...

A/N: Please let me know what you think. Constructive critism is welcome.
Thank you!