B/W Dreamed In Color

Strong willed, weak willed, our dreams know well the answer, especially when voiced aloud.

B/W Dreamed In Color
                       by Odin Roark

Shrapnel shards
Split the silence
Tainted metallic taste
Blood of nightmares
Cascading down mountainsides

One’s piled baggage
Soil of growth
Mulch of waste
Rebirth abounding
Budding predilections
Trying to so hard
So hard

So goes the night
When escape holds court
Judging not the guilty
But sentencing the exonerated
The innocence of B/W
Trying so hard
So hard

Toward one’s dawn
Black works its way
Finding gray
Merging dreams seeking forgetfulness
Stirring colors
Any colors
Urging blurred memories
Into fall carpeted tundra
The mind’s preparation

For the deep freeze
Of cyclic wisdom
Awaits mere compliance
To allow the perfection of rhythm
Yet we try so hard
So hard

B/W knows color
Needn’t be dreamed
For like the rainbow’s dispersion of light
The heart’s luminescence
Remains composed of emotion’s wavelengths
Conscious spectra seeking continuum

How foolish to live only life’s B/W

Yet at times

How coerced our hearts become
Hampering imagination’s purpose
To allow
B/W to be dreamed in color