Black

In the dark

senses sharpen

pores awaken

pupils expand

In the dark

flavor is richer

blue is bolder

slow is wiser

When the sun sets

we will remember

that night is when

we light a fire

We tell brave stories

of women and men

who held the torches

and lead us away

from the who

the where

the how and

the when

From the forms

afraid of the dark

From the hell

the torture

And what

could have been

the final fade

of our days

It is always in

the ink of the night

where the real

shows itself

on the page

When the sun sets

we will remember

that the absence of light

and the absence of color

were never

one and the same