Love In Color

His eyes did pierce the birthing sac
Of all the colors, miracles
That trickled from the sky.

So sad were they, in their untrained day,
That they'd turned a world a murky gray.

For now, dawn fell like pleats of gray,
Ironed out by the heating sun.
Noon did fall like painters' gray,
Finishing what the dawn had done.

And so the day went,
And so the day came.
And all the days
Were just the same.

All the gray smiles with gray parted lips,
For people still gray laughed their fill.
All the gray jobs and silent quips,
For people still gray firmed their will.

All the doves that plagued gray skies,
For peace, still gray, did push and shove.
All the gray people who couldn't tell lies,
For people still gray knew to love.

So, then, someone loved him.
Blind to gray, and all was gray.
More blind than he,
Who turned color away.

She gave him song,
She gave him grief.
She gave him all
Eyes couldn't bequeath.

He gave her joy,
And all he made.
He gave her tales
Where color stayed.

One night, when
Rainbows swirled in her mind,
And his mouth was full
Of gray pleas to find,
He drew her tears,
Which she couldn't see,
And wove a thread of ecstasy.

And so the night went,
And so the night came.
And never his night
Was quite the same.

For now, dawn fell like lover's sigh,
With all the flushes
Where they belonged, on high.
For now, noon swept like phoenix wing,
Rising, falling in royal swing.

And night, oh night in all its joy,
His eyes, so piercing,
A star's envoy.