Ailaya's Color Challenge
White
2007 © Sarah Gofourth
If one could see the vastness
The completeness of all that is, was, can ever be
All overlapping and collapsing upon itself
Some may call it Heaven
Some would deem it Hell
And some yet would see it as a mixture, perhaps
But I call it an explosion of pure light
No shadows
As far as the eye can see
Colour stripped and washed away
Taken, raped, broken
Leaving behind clammy cold paleness
A sad complexion
A complication
In the nothingness
Seeping, swallowing, gasping for air
None to be found
Nothing
That is where true torture lies
[I feel this may require an explanation. In space, white is the absence of colour.]
2007 © Sarah Gofourth
If one could see the vastness
The completeness of all that is, was, can ever be
All overlapping and collapsing upon itself
Some may call it Heaven
Some would deem it Hell
And some yet would see it as a mixture, perhaps
But I call it an explosion of pure light
No shadows
As far as the eye can see
Colour stripped and washed away
Taken, raped, broken
Leaving behind clammy cold paleness
A sad complexion
A complication
In the nothingness
Seeping, swallowing, gasping for air
None to be found
Nothing
That is where true torture lies
[I feel this may require an explanation. In space, white is the absence of colour.]