COLOR OF DARKNESS
I see blue instead of gold
The colors of darkness therein unfolds.
But, What's the color of darkness?
Brown?
This depends on what color dampens the sun from the mirrors of your eyes.
Which may be mostly yellow.
Or white, or gold...
But when you are blind,
It is a black that's bold.
Or shades of grey and gray
Or stinging red rays
Blood shot marble stars
The eye cells dancing apart
Like the fusion of rainbow
With a spear shot from the rain's bow.
Pouring colors all over
Or making them disappear
Like they fade into the moon
Or they are shadowed by the sky's duvet.
Or buried
When no light reaches
Or no life breathes
Or no yellow
No green
Just different shade of darkness
Dawn dark
Dusk dark
Or Midnight dark.
No other color but black darkness.
Or blue darkness
Like the night without stars
The moon is fatherless
Buried alive by the earth who gave
Him
Birth.
Yet, the orphan
Glows to shine the path
Of those that orchestrated its birth.
Another story of darkness
Death.
Who died?
The light
What light?
The
One
In
My
Eyes.
The one unseen
The waking dream
The dead rainbow
The clear shadows
The lifeless stream
The still scream.
Poem by: Stylo & GreyGray.
The colors of darkness therein unfolds.
But, What's the color of darkness?
Brown?
This depends on what color dampens the sun from the mirrors of your eyes.
Which may be mostly yellow.
Or white, or gold...
But when you are blind,
It is a black that's bold.
Or shades of grey and gray
Or stinging red rays
Blood shot marble stars
The eye cells dancing apart
Like the fusion of rainbow
With a spear shot from the rain's bow.
Pouring colors all over
Or making them disappear
Like they fade into the moon
Or they are shadowed by the sky's duvet.
Or buried
When no light reaches
Or no life breathes
Or no yellow
No green
Just different shade of darkness
Dawn dark
Dusk dark
Or Midnight dark.
No other color but black darkness.
Or blue darkness
Like the night without stars
The moon is fatherless
Buried alive by the earth who gave
Him
Birth.
Yet, the orphan
Glows to shine the path
Of those that orchestrated its birth.
Another story of darkness
Death.
Who died?
The light
What light?
The
One
In
My
Eyes.
The one unseen
The waking dream
The dead rainbow
The clear shadows
The lifeless stream
The still scream.
Poem by: Stylo & GreyGray.


Deep!.
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