In the dark and the moonless cloth of the night,
when the tree leaves turn black and the green grass turns white.
When the owls get lost in the colorless sky,
when the heavens,
are no longer high.
In the opening when the night
is so black,
that's when time freezes in the coldness of wrath.
And the creatures who's pelts were always so warm,
will just be more cold things
in the dark of this storm.
A room without corners,
a world without sky.
When time does freeze,
it's an opening to these flies.
Freezing is the meaningless, starless sky.
Black is the pelt of the wolf who shines silver.
Gray is the russet red pelt of the fox.
Time, time, we were silent as the end.
Never knowing, never feeling, in the moment when clock's stop.
Snap, the world has gathered its feet.
The silver wolf trots off for a feed.
The white hare wakes up in the den.
And the world is back to normal again.
YOU ARE READING
Black and White Day and Night
PoetryThis is my first poetry book on Wattpad! These are all originals I have made.
