The color
Black
So simple, yet
So complex
There’s so much more to
Black
Than what most notice
And believe they see
Often overlooked
Often misunderstood
But if one would take some time
To unravel
Black
To see each thing it can do
Everything it can be
All that it truly is
One would see
Black
Among other things
Through newborn eyes

From a glance
Black
Seems common
The usual
Found anywhere
But if truly considered, is
Black
Merely the common color
Found at any corner?
Or, is it
More?
Though the more beautiful colors
Such as violet, turquoise, or magenta
Attract more eyes
Black
May be just as intruiging
Just as beautiful
Memorable, even
Strange, one may think
For a color such as
Black
To be memorable
But unlike the many shades of blue,
Or the shades of red,
Black
Stands on its own
It tries its best to work
With every color
To understand how to fit with
Each and every hue that exists
Since every glowing color deserves
At least one other that
Strives to understand
Despite its inability to
Fit with certain shades –
Navy, or brown –
Black
Nevertheless attempts to fit most, all even

There is an entire world inside
Black
It is more than a plain, common color
That is often just seen around
Black
Is anything and everything
The color behind your eyelids-
Black
When you close them
To be one with the music
Or to take a moment if
Your heart is feeling too much

Bright things
The final E-flat of Overture 1812,
(As the audience roars)
(Your hands, now pins and needles)
The color of the ocean,
(When you are there past sunset)
(With your partner, friend)
Dark things
Dried blood, darker and darker
(Intending to scar)
The ink, on your only letter
(From a lost loved one)
(A parent, perhaps)

This, and so much more
In just one color
Black
Is more than
Your everyday color
So simple, yet
So complex
I am the color
Black