No black is blacker than the darkest night,
Without star or moon,
Or guiding light,
And nothing blacker than the empty space,
With no words or touch,
Of love's embrace.
But clinging to the white of hope
That love can be regained,
Until the greyest grey
Of breaking dawn,
The dawning cold of nothing changed
And the losing
Refusing to be forgotten.
For no red is redder than the soft rose petal
That is remembered love,
With no pain sharper
Than its thorn removed,
To leave the drip,
Of crimson blood,
Just waiting for a life of time to heal.
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain