Black Ink

My hand knows exactly what is mine

Making a Loop

a curve

and a familiar line.

Drawn out quickly in ink that had dried,

Is the moonless black that my name is cried.

Weeping dew reflects sun’s light,

Together forming an endless night,

In smooth dark ink these prisms hide

Each Painted black with willful pride.

It’s every color in infinite hughes,

Each locking together refusing to lose.

Then Silently buzzing about in my head

Some millions and trillions of shades of red.

A scream and whisper of what I could say

Crash Blue white waves too far away.

They fret and upset and they put me on cruise, god forbid I’m not sure which color to use.

Lavender casts a heavenly spell, as dark red flames burn in the depths of hell.

Restless but still on my white paper bed

Is the loving I name refuse to shed.

Dreaming of canvas not painted white,

to me this is a luminous site.

Still blessed with the power and freedom to choose which one to win and which to lose.

Soaked in one singular pool

Sinking lower and lower

A helpful tool

I will walk along this quicksand way,

That’s a promise to you I will not betray.

A Red bee hums over turquoise waves,

There are certain laws

the world obeys.

You must only pick a single tone,

So choose a rainbow monochrome.

Rest in my heart and soul and mind,

paint me a map that’s undefined.

Each loop and curve and thought’s outline,

Swims in the dark,

I know what’s mine.

Keep me for myself even when I’m to blame

I will never be guiltless

or riddled with shame

A pitch black cavern there rests a lake,

It’s walls so real they kind of look fake.

The Sunset’s gold is singing as told.

Raining pink red ambers so hot they feel cold.

Yellow fire glows a boat without rows

A daisy black shout swallows it out

Enclosed completely shapes appear,

A nameless face I need not fear.

A feeling has me lay awake

Asking “are you sure it’s fake?”

Figures grow and shadows dance

Armed with a harmless silver lance

If these figures ever cast in light,

Then I would flea their dreadful their bite.

However resting in the dark,

their presence is nothing but a bark

Just whirling around in an upside down cone

To twist every shade of monochrome

Every color of me

Of you

Of us

Surly exists And black insists

One name later and not a second of time,

Colors tell me to thank them

They make my world mine