There was a world...
A world I never visited,
But I have seen photographs,
So parts of it I knew
In all its monochrome splendour.

Snow so white that parts of
The world could be missing,
Cut out of reality...

Shadows falling as if
Light had never seen fit
To set foot in such a place...

Life, in that strange warmth,
A glow that can be felt,
A heartbeat that stirs the soul
And deafens the ear...

Strength enough to encompass
An entire planet.

This was how it was
Years before my time.
When the world danced
To the sound of a different drum,
The like of which is
Never to be heard again.
Not here anyway,
Where too many forget too easily
And allow the same mistakes
To be made again.

But we could not tell them
Where they were sending
That wonderful world of theirs,
For we did not know
The world was there,
And they could not see
Its beauty, which to us
Is now all too obvious.

For even in black and white
There are so many colours.

01/03/2002

Posted on 01/03/2002
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