signifying nothing

is yellow

really yellow

blue blue

am I me

are you you

can you trust

what you think

or what you think

you know

have faith in

what you see

be it sun, moon

or snow

is that a dove

at your doorstep

white wing

marred with red

clearly dead

left by the neighbor’s cat

whose backward curiosity

has left you with that

is it really there

can you touch it

do you dare

extend your finger

then tremble

as you watch it

disappear

a figment of

a growing fear

that nothing is

that nothing’s there

a silent scream

can’t pierce the air

your mind unravels

unnatural motives

of inception

a world unseen

full of deception

an alternate truth

that’s quite obscene

where death is life

and life is dream

and nothing

is ever

as it seems

it’s not a gift

it’s simply hell

a time and place

we needs must dwell

till the undertaker’s dream

we do fulfill

but

does such a thing as time

exist

can even place

subsist

beyond

the mind’s

embalming mist

that hides us

from the black

abyss

where night is day

and day is night

the dark is love

and hate is light

and Hate’s last breath

gives blinding sight

of man’s true fate

forever in an instant

there’s no plan

no intention

no blueprint

why carry on

when we’re

nearing the

end of days

oblivion

I think of scales

on butterfly wings

that iridescent hue

or musical ones

of a song you can’t sing

in a world you never knew

is yellow

really yellow

blue, blue?