Black and White.

The old black and white spouts it's idyllic soul,
While petals from my fading flowers crisp on the dusty floor.
The world thunders on, oblivious,
As voices of generations whisper unnoticed amongst the fading light.
Eyes of the dead stare and pull me into their dark pools
Of condemning wishes.
From amongst the hot cities and steam laden kitchens,
One cool white sheet kisses my skin,
Tender, caring, soft.
My world turns inside out as the flowers bloom again