Pearl of Unusual Color
Black is eternity,
without the light -
Black is night,
and dark alleyways.
Loneliness without the emotion,
a state of mind called blissfullness.
It brings to mind evil,
and things wrong with the world.
It's all the colors,
The muffled sound of a holler.
It envelops like warm velvet,
and tastes of licorice and gumdrops.
Elegant and cool,
Ladies and Gentlemen wear it to classy parties,
In long dresses, crisp tuxedos,
Mascara, and curled tresses.
Black is when you're all alone in an empty room,
and the last to leave as the light goes out.
It's all the things you'd like to forget,
and gratefully runs like syrup over memories you want to cover up.
Black isn't a color
and it isn't a sound,
it's the lack thereof,
When no one's around.
It's the luster of a single pearl,
singled out and magnified to intensity.