BLACK:

Black, reputed to be an evil shade, but why?

Eyes of gypsy minstrel, steamy, dreamy & shy,

Black as brine-washed pebbles washed up upon the shore,

Ancient crow with ebony wing protecting ancient tower,

Sun ripe grapes hanging heavy, black upon the bower,

Gentle hands of nun, offering soothing grace,

Dressed in black sacking, gentle as christening lace,

Stallion, black as sin but faster than the winter breeze,

He moves man faster than the wind whipping stormy seas,

The night, so dark, so black, enchanting with her charms,

Wraps us up in starry mantle & holds us within her arms,

 And lest we forget that black is good, cradles us to her breast,

Without her blackness, our lives would never completely rest.