How do these simple lines of black and white
this monotone of flat and dreary sight
arrest a carnival of gay balloons?
Why do they sing to blush the cheeks so pink
rush to flush the blood in crimson ink then
and douse the flame so soon?
Why bleach the brightest sun its yellow hue
why strengthen shadows in this violent blue
by casting moody clouds to pale the noon?
Why slash with swords
Why bruise with livid blows
Why wound with words
when not so long ago
She was your lady
You, her shinning knight
Life was a rainbow
Never black or white
(c) Mary Tang 2015