I might paint the day black and white, Or I might paint a brilliant day ending in a starry night. It is the eyes that might be the brush, But it is the lens that mixes yellow with a tinge of red to recreate a perfect sunset. For some, the lens views sunset with hues of crimson and gold, For some, it views the unending darkness of a world like a blindfold. It might be the dreams that the lens reflects Or the nightmares over which I slept. It feels like a fog has engulfed the world, A fog which has veiled the brilliance of these colours. I wonder if it is my lens that I let fade, Or the billion lenses that created this dark shade.
Check out my poem A Thousand Dreams and Quotes about Life and Love.