blackman

It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed


The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red


It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold




I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish




t is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well


It is that black