White,
soft and tender
welcoming
springs the glow forth

Grey, my my,
poised with splendor
settling
Fine line of righted wrong

But Black,
the silent hunger
meddling
brand of grim unbelong




Excuse me, does this come in black?

Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...