Black

The color of birth, the color of death,
no color at all to be found in its depths.
Cast onto the various environmental shapes
in which we're surrounded by every single day.

The color of nothing, the color of memory,
the color of the pasts we try to forget in vain, it seems.
The color of night, the color of coal;
the color preceding diamonds;
and for some: the color of the soul.

When we step blindly from the darkness
and into the world, inevitably towards another place just as dark
as the space between the iris and eyelids,
keep in mind that how you finish things
is just as important as how you start them.