A poem about the deep meaning behind a simple color
A storm brewing on the horizon,
Ocean stirring, bubbling like a pot.
Eyes that once held something perfect,
And still search even in the absence.
Between day and night, black and white,
Unsure thoughts and general incompleteness.
A person living a full life,
Still yearning to be a part of it.
The color of silver without the shine,
Lyrics of songs without the rhyme.
A deserted street corner at dusk,
Beneath a sky scattered in stardust.
An all consuming feeling,
That paints your world; your heart.
When someone once there,
Leaves a black hole of despair.
All you see. All you have. All you are.