An expression from this universe,
The rhythm of our hearts,
The assemblance of the stars,
Colours of the hopes far apart,
Are we drunk in illusions and scars ?
For all we see is dark.
The colour unknown,
Filled within our vision for the globe,
We might have ordaned our planet with colours,
But they keep fading in the space of the rooms,
As if they set like the sun into the night,
And never return to embark the truth of life,
Sciences pounder over this painting of illusions,
And someday they will bring out the frame,
Years to years, we will be decieved by shades of immitation.
As if literature held the core of this universe,
And everything meant out meant in,
Do we feel the darknes within us ?
Darkness all around and inside,
But what colour is it, unknown.
The colour we cant fathom to our conscience and lores,
Something as bright as invisible to our light,
Somwehere where the frames dont fit to remind the night,
And the where the sun resides over every ally.
Where dark embraces through light,
And there is no colour undefied.