Passage of Black
The cover of darkness,
wraps us up warmly.
In its essence we exist
But seldom realize we’re alive.
Death has no meaning as it holds,
Even in the grip when it’s cold.
Forever attuned to the brighter side,
of this world we hide,
but failed like we never tried.
Life is beautiful they say,
When beauty is born black and gray.
These lines say more than questions,
Even if I mention in essence,
It’s all questions.
The light may blind is clearly,
From across oceans of souls.
It is my welcome to you
this cover of darkness still,
I hope you remember me,
cause in the end I’ll still be.