A Different Hue of Black

...I've walked upon worlds
of fallen grounds
Wounded and healed to paint scars
as the last drop of red
paved a road of a shadow
of eternal yesterdays
I've gone to deviated slumber
to lands of never sleeping dreams
where the sun 
was never blinding
and paralleled reasoning
was his radiance
while the moon
never heaved logic
upon her shadows
that lit the beauty
of tomorrow...

Mek
Jan09