Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plane of existence
that this 3rd dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I’ve wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I left that plane
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all my colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Photo courtesy jplenio, Pixabay. (Thank you.)
Black & White & Rainbows is an excerpt from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.
Susan L Hart / Author 