Ice of heaven melting
On a fire-covered hell
The water left extinguishes
The flame.
We’re left with drops
Of boiling-hot water
Seeped into the earth
And absorbed by all
The water guzzled, sipped
By every being of breath
Makes them turn one way
Or the other
But each drinker
Contains ice and fire
Death.
What a topic.
You think of darkness,
You think
Black.
What do those in black
Imagine?
Not colors
Except maybe
Absence
Of color.
Death is THE “unknown”.
Many fear such unknown’s.
As for those that embrace the unknown,
They don’t ask for death.
And those that are
Really fear certainty.
Certainties are constants.
That which we fear will never change.
But some that want that change
Hope.
They may fear the constant, but they
Hope.
The may fear unknown’s, but they still
Hope.
They don’t spend their lives
In the dark.
Fear is blackness.
Fear is pitch.
Fear keeps life from breathing.
Fear cannot blind us,
But the blind do accept fear.
It is the blind that do not live.
Those who worry about
Death
Cannot spend time pondering
Life.
Those that only grimace at
Black
Can never see any color but
White.
Emotions have colors.
Feelings give off light.
Living makes that screen brilliant.
You’re not dead yet.
Your canvas should not be white.
Even black shows you’re paying attention.
