Telephone game

From a "telephone" game that went from artist to writer, back and forth about 2 dozen times

In a world where men can only see in black and white,

One dares to dream differently.

His whispering eyes are filled with galaxies and shooting stars,

And from the synapses of his broken mind he provokes a dream of color.

From this tapestry of locked away desires he splits himself in two.

One half man, one half woman, both tethered to his soul.

And the entire world is grey.

Yet still he dreams of color.

 

So every night he goes to work, tearing down the mental walls which society has crafted around him.

Armed with nothing but a hammer and his hands he pulls apart the wall,

Brick by brick the wall crumbles, falling into the dark and weary heavens.

For the first time life itself dares to look up and to its surprise it

Sees small glimmers of reasons worth living.

Finally the barrier is broken and he sees the world in black and white,

Yet still he dreams of color.

 

Day breaks.

From the tendrils of his mind a woman manifests itself.

And with her hands she weaves the answer,

That music is the key.

His silent world is shattered

As her fingers carve the chords.

With it, black and white is broken,

And the universe is revealed to him just a little bit more.

Yet still he dreams of color.

 

And so he waits.

Until the embers of March come about,

And suddenly something deep within him kindles,

Slowly winters colors die,

And the life of spring becomes him.

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[zainul]

Lost in the maze of magical words.
Saw beauty in black and white.
But,colors came with the advent of spring.
Life shouted from all corners with infinite shades of colors.
I am spellbound by the telephone game!