In a world of many colors
I feel pushed to black and white
As the hues of greys and silvers
Raised polemic about taking sides.
Albeit Love upholds them all
No palette is ever small
Cool and warm tints
Brush and scrawl
Could our thoughts go deeper than aches?
Shall our souls be visible then?
Prisms of flesh become a cage
Where wider rainbows wane
Dreams become stale
See me! It prays
Must ears remain deaf?
There’s more to me than flesh
Must the Invisible face its sunset?
The colorful Sentience, forget?
In a Universe of infinite Spectra
Wide range of Colors and waves
Illusions define shapes
And confusion dwells