Black is made up of many colors, you can find them all inside
I too became this color from everything I hide
But shine your upon me I become transparent then I glow
Just like a prism bending light I am a colorful rainbow
But without you I am translucent, dull, and uninspired
Until you place your hand in mine and then our worlds are set on fire
And when everything is consumed but the ashes burning an image of your face
Into my mind behind my eyes I find my refuge back in my darkest place
Where I say hello to the stinging wasp inside my head
And then I say goodbye to the butterflies trapped inside my neck
Comments (39)
So very very lovely, and the photo does your write justice!
Ty for your tansparency
Shadow
It is everything rolled into one...but joined by one word, beautiful...
Kathy
Really enjoyed your poem...Stunning thoughts...thank you for sharing
the box. Once out of the box..who knows?
Rob
I too became this color from everything I hide
WOW! Superbly brilliant Jesse.
use your quill
as a Knight
would a sword.
With such precision
captivating at the very least.
~SAS
Ken