I awoke one day to a world without colour,
the borders were fuzzy, the horizon was further.
new to the world, I found myself bleeding away,
for in a world without colour I cannot stay

Sad was I that his life bled away,
I dipped a brush in his blood,
And painted the sky in rainbows and rays
Of light, and the land with rivers and floods.

Drew the horizon near, and gave the borders character
But as saturation increased and day turned into night
I rendered the universe in black and white

the wonder of which a brush stroke can yield,
be it colour to a dying world like flowers of a field,
until a universe though rendered in black and white,
would still hold the most beautiful colours ever in sight.

1 comment:

Freyda said...

This is beautiful. Such wonderfully vivid imagery. :)