Color

Everywhere silence is

there music is also

and everywhere my thoughts may stir

there be a bridge between darkness and color. 

A spectrum between mystery

and a withholding of silver

that grasps the faint line 

that divides reality and nightmares

occasionally blurring the bridge. 

For even the monsters of my darkest dreams

are scared of crossing that line

for what once was there now is taken

now solemn is joy and stillness is time. 

Yet again we struggle to stay awake

as our world slowly falls apart

beneath our light

beneath our time

which has deceased

all that's left is shadow