Black

A single touch, an artful stroke,

So softly sweeps across the eyes.

A sweet caress a dream awoke –

Now that it’s shut, away it flies.

Colour, passion, almost one in the same;

Envi’ous green wants, and orange won’t be tame.

Blue sulks, red burns; pink blushes her favour,

But black, O black, do you possess flavor?

You’re everything and nothing,

Taste of water, barring blue,

You’re life through every filter,

A dividing line is you.

‘Twixt warm and cold, love and hate,

Falls a thin but strong black line,

That separates life and death,

Faust, here is where you sign.

This macabre card, an invitation,

For thrill, release, and vice,

All borne, sin of black,

In a fall from high.

Although sinister at first,

It’s so much more than low,

That peaceful, tranquil ghost,

The last stop on the row.

And a darkness we can’t see,

Takes us in, both you and me,

Despite faith, sex or race,

This shade will be our resting place.