The Good place

Colours In The Waterfall

Once upon a time,
there was a goldfish
in a tank full of water.
Nothing special about him.
Let's say, he wasn't a Potter.
The goldfish; all he did was
play bipitty-bump
with the transparent walls.
‘mean come on!
that place was a dump,
no springs, no falls.

So,
a chunk full of time later.
After a dunk in the boredom crater,
“Behold! You tank dweller.
Stop your infancy.
Surrender your transparency.
Don't be such an averse.”
Announced the master of the universe.
“For there will an addition of a new verse.”
And here comes, the introduction
of colours.
“Finally,”
Exclaimed the orange one.
“A feeling I don't have to fight.”
The music was about to excite
but, they said,
“Good. Lets, start with white.”
White.
White as not when reading between the line
but, behind them.
White as not in the flag
but, a eucalyptus; just the stem.
White as not in the colour box
but, when considered equal to transparency.
To nothingness.
To boredom.
And then there was a little bit of yellow.

Then there was green.
Green, as not colourful
but, without a heart, a spleen.
Green, as not a signal
but, in a forest;
directions unseen.
Green, as not on a pool table
but, a rugby field
unclean.
And then there was a little bit of yellow.

Then there was blue.
Blue, as not in that pulchritudinous art
but, the sky on a summer day
with a loo.
Blue, as not the royal one
but, the one for when you have the flu.
Blue, as not in the uniform
but, when he has no clue,
‘what to do?’
And then there was a little bit of yellow.

Then there was black.
Black, as not in the starry skies
but, in the centre of an abyss so dark.
Black, as not in the screen which lights
but, the one without a single spark.
Black, as not in his curious eyes
but, of the unseen and the stark.

And then there was a little bit of yellow.
And then there was a little more of yellow.
And then there was a little more of you.
You are the yellow.
Yellow is you.
Not enough
but, enough,
as black is too dark to be vanquished.
a bug too big to be squished.
But, every time they add drop of you;
A small tint;
A wholesome hue.
He enjoys that blot.
Like the sunshine.
You were his sunshine.
You're my sunshine.