Loneliness *Revised*

I have a gray sky vast, The wind's still breatha gift, No blue above my mast. Some clouds whir by too fast, The broken waves are thrift; I have a gray sky vast. My voice, an echo cast Like angler short of shift - No blue above my mast. The sea's great frontier last, The surf and cliff in drift: I have a gray sky vast. My love for you is chaste, This love, my soul, by grift. No blue above my mast. Sweet briars' tangled past, This net's unlikely lift; I have a gray sky vast, No blue above my mast. ***For this revision, I used a Villanelle form, a 19 line poem with aba rhyme scheme, and here, three accentual stresses ( I think) in each line.