some time to write an ode
as a color celebrated in the Literature of all times, especially by French Authors.
“oeuvre au noir” may be the epic of a woman
and a her way of being
-accompanied by a black violin that compels
her to take vision of what she dreams
and what she may be-
or, sign of ink on a contemporary calligraphy,
made by not Eastern hand
Or may be just a voiceless environmental
in the negative of a photograph
And if I touch the words I find only a handful of
motes to spread in my imagination.
In White of course…