Though black and white type
colors of words emerge
infused within vivid fields a plenty.
Where eyes can roll around
making face smile and mind wonder.
Where trees blossom even in winter
and verse merges with birds who sing.

Through black and white type
doorways to freedom open
as eyes read as if with dancing feet.
Where time can dissipate
and self can rest.
Where inside ones own home
they can travel
to highways of creative jargon.

Through black and white text
a poem is born.
Crying out to reader who will gather.
Born to lighten eyes and carry heart
to a new prospective inside time.