Sunday, September 19, 2010

Black

Black,
So bleak and soulful,
Like a shadowed shack.
Death and mournful.

Hopeless and Hopeful.
The feeling after a fight.
Intellectual and dunce.
A silent scream, heard in the night.

The moon on the horizon
Deep and Dark.
Like the Amazon,
Quiet as a Lark.

Beautiful,
And subtle, and sweet.
Sleep's lull
And passions meet.

Calm and quiet
A stormy sky,
A riot,
And a truth filled lie.

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