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.