I dream in black and white

I think in black and white

I dream in your hue

It’s static

Static

Static pressure against my brain tissue.

I dream in black and white

I read black and white too

I wish I could step onto the words

And fall apart, but I lack the power to keep it together,

Passion I cannot eschew.

Your static eyes

Leap onto my head

Giving me a bruise

I can’t hide it, it’s in plain sight

Yet no one can actually read me,

It’s black and white and frighteningly

Blue.

I dream of love in the movies,

I dream of the green glass bottles of the past,

I dream of clearing out our static,

But I am colorless, it’s compassion you lack.

I lack accuracy, speed and smarts,

That’s why you think I’m brain dead

And why I love the arts.

If my favorite books and movies were a person,

I could live with them in a black and white jacket that holds me safe and free,

Not static but surging with vibrant, colorful electricity—-

A truly luminous sight.

I’d love to share that future defining gaze with them for one minute,

And see their sparkling light.

A minute is all it takes, like they say in love songs,

To have something or someone last forever,

—-But as long as I’m static

Everyone is covered in blue,

While I’m dreaming in black & white

My channel is open but narrow

It’s coming in cloudy

Where is my true love,

What channel are you?