Ode to Colours

L: So what is the deeper meaning to the pretty colours?

S: Happiness.

L: I didn't expect such simplicity from you.

S: But it is simple. There's Happiness and then there's Black and White.

S: Black and White, 

     Light and Night.

     White Light.

     Black Night.

L: What?

S: Within him the Sun, red passion,

A burning soul, alive but ashen.

High and low, swinging sensation,

Her Moon, Dawn of his imagination.

                                                 

Quill in hand, he inks poetry,

Muse in mind, drunk and jittery.

Words, devoid of symphony,

Oh, a heartbreaking cacophony.                                                                                   

Love, dancing fire, singing river,

Flames and waves collide, over.

Rainbows, a monochrome appear,

Sunrise and moonset, each year.

Within him the Sun, in darkness,

Four seasons gone, fifth in sadness.

Day and night, two bodies seamless,

Her Moon, Dusk diamonds limitless.

Happiness.

L: I was right. Cannot expect simplicity from you.