Black White and Blue

In a dream world I wouldn’t be me. Infact, I probably wouldn’t be a person. I’d be able to fly, to soar, in a midnight blue sky with small bright stars lighting my way.

No bother, no order to please

No rules to obey, nothing need say

I look up at the starry expanse; I feel no blood on my hands

I look to the right at the flying bird, my bright blue companion unsaid and unheard

On my left is an empty space, of someone yet to join the chase

Down below a civil glow, they have nothing to prove and nothing to show.

I fly on with the bird, not fast nor slow. It doesn’t leave. it shall not go.

The empty space besides me calls. The little height I had gained now falls.

I’m tempted to drop down to the glow. Plunge back into what I know.

Forget my height and simply dive. It’s closest to death when you feel most alive.

I need to search, I need to find, I need to leave my truth behind

I need to get back in the air. I need to love and forget all care.

It is simple, such a complex thing, I need to locate what the present won’t bring.

I need to be hypnotized, by those dark and fiery eyes.

Just to find another soul to match this night as black as coal.

So dark and deep and sinister one shies away, craving for dangerous play

The silent bird looks my way. its eyes convey what it cannot say.

His look will not make me cower. I know what I want in this hour.

I need right now that other soul, to guide blind me, through this rabbit hole.

I need his evil and his sin, I need his darkness, I need my kin.

I need the black to my white; I want him by my side tonight.

I want him to fly and lie with me, but he’s too far to touch and to far to see.

I loose my balance and my sight; to stay asleep and keep my flight

But without a yin, the yang will sink: nothing left to show but a broken link