Contrast

If the world were black and white
only colours in my mind

the carbon I breathed out
would be crumbled woodchips
the air I inhaled
would grow fruit trees and garden plants

the words I spoke out
would be telegraphic frequencies
the messages I heard
would be effevescent poetry

If the world were black and white
only colours in my mind

the way I love you
would be a lullaby at night
the way you love me
would be a rainbow in the sky