I sit in the dark with the pc screen on writing to girls i can't meet
We depart yet i'm hoping that something remains the absence of color incomplete
The absence of color when we dream
The absence of hope when we fail to seem
I'm hoping that something remains
I'm hoping im touching away from her brains
The absence of color when we dream
The absence of hope when we fail to seem
Im not trying to contradict a tradition
In the dark there can be no light
The laws of physics are certain
We all know our lives are finite
The abundance of colors around us as fact
Unbending as a redwood tree
In death nothing continues but a maxim
nothing in life is free
Im saying to you i believe we dream
We dream only in Black and White
This is why we struggle to love
This has little to do with why the racists fight
We must stop and love we know we should
God put us on earth hoping we all would do good
The absence of color is when we dream
The absence of hope when we fail to seem
What is my point in all the above?
Why do i tug at your eyes?
Every day must be an adventure
Each day must hold a surprise
Don't let your life simply terminate
Without grasping hold of it's reins
Don't wander off from the bright blue light
Touch the part that's away from her brains
The absence of color when we dream
Shall not cause an absence of failing to seem
I love this title, The Absence of Color When We Dream', but don't think the work lives up to the title. I'd love to see you make a simple image poem of this, nothing didactic or overly-wordy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem, you are an amazing poet.