Black

There is no way to encompass all the colors into one substance,
Quantity,
Matter,
Dream,
Reality,
But is there?

Maybe water but that's a refraction of sun's bright light,
Perhaps you can cup them, hold them, and love them into something tangible,
... seeable ...
Perhaps that color is black, the darkest, densest and dearest of all colors.

And suppose - just maybe - the sun in all its whispy-wonder,
Only deepens the darkness ... the black ... that coldly mute color ...
That absorbs all colors, so bold and powerful,
So capable of enduring the hardest hits,
The deepest lows and longest days.

Let us suppose that black is the most brilliant and reliant of colors,
The wisest and deepest of them all,
For it knows all the rays the sun can give,
And in its majestic love and observant knowledge, refuses to let any escape.

Blackness ... dark ... the absence of light, no, the perfection of holding all.

Light and dark ... music and silence .... this sweet eternal dance,
Let it never part,
Let it never end,
May gravity pull it closer as the rays of color dance into black for eternity.