Black fireworks spark the sky
And the waters that drip onto the black lake
mirror the faceless child with the black eyes
Cool is the trembling that shakes the black dirt under our feet
We hear the call of our ancestors to run into the black night
Never looking back into the mystery that is the black shadows
Onward to the end where tired black hands reach out for us
Sing loudly for the black bird which is overcast and everlasting
Stare into the midnight black
Hold your chest where the heart is the blackest
Dream in black with your hand to the fire
Press on with the memories and scars of black pain
And dances like dust in a galaxy of twinkling black stars
This is a cool poem. Good stuff.
Thank you so much! I appreciate the feedback 🙂