Ode to Black

In the beginning, there is you and only you.
In your endless travels through the infinite void,
You master the art of emptiness.
You are the ruler of nothing.
You are the void.
As strong as you are, there will be one who seeks to claim his supremacy.
Soon the light will find you.
Every color in his army will attack you
with a full arsenal of thoughts, dreams, and ideas.
He will try to break through you… banish you.
But in the end, you are left standing alone.
You are permanence.  The supreme ruler of nothing.

Find this poem in my poetry book, Restless Reflections: A Collection of Poetry