White & Black/New Romance

First part/Black

I absorb all light,

I am the deepest sensation of being,

I carry lightness with a deep experience,

A deep expression of sound,

A sound that is like the largest bell

Echoing in the milky black night

You may envy me

Black is sophisticated

Black is smart

It’s better to see me cloaking your

Lightness

Than a dozen colors to make you bleed that life blood of richness,

Black is beautiful

Black is brilliant

It’s not even on the spectrum,

Because it’s too creative

To link to any basic hue.

Second part/White

She’s just there

Void in color

Lacking in creativity

Something to draw, write, or color upon

Providing the foundation for beauty to seep on

She’s just there

A reminder that you can always start over

Blank pages are new foundations

Of dreams, giving a subtle hope that beginnings are as magical as they seem

She’s just there

Reminding that whiteness is always around ready to absorb what it cannot hold down

On its own

But it has shown

She’s always there

White

Void

Of

Life

But

Providing

The

Foundation

For

Dreams

Hopes

And

Aspirations

~

She whispers from her stillness

“I’m ready for your color

Mix your beauty on me

Make me like no other

I’m your Nefertiti

Your foundation

To your greatness

Let me provide

My whiteness

My pureness

Draw me

close to your side”

Third part/New Romance; Grey

Will your color mix well with mine?

Will it take on a new form?

A new dream?

A shadow or a twist of light and brilliance?

So many questions,

An answer in grey.

We create something different

We can be somewhere new.

Hidden in our mixed color,

We find the best in our natural state

In ourselves

In each other

A color that isn’t visible

It’s underneath the streams, dabbled in a

Great masterpiece, titled

White & Black/New Romance.

Grey, like the shadow of the moon,

Where we all came from,

Dust and grey

And black and white,

The spaces between twinkling milky white

And silent, deep black,

There is the chasm of grey hidden in between

Silent and watching,

Waiting for us to meet

We forgot how to talk to space,

To whisper to the moon (what do you wish to tell us? Of our existence in this grey, flat shadow of life?)

It’s whirling phantasm

Seeps into each color,

It’s imaginary light

Giving us

life.

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Author note: This is my third collaboration with the extremely talented and wonderful writer, a great and close friend of mine Quinn Patrick.

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