Blinded with beauty

He was sipping
Dark hues of blood
Gelid as ice
And her livid hand raised for a last wave

This is the world we live in
Grey and sad
Red and bloody
Most part of the times

There are new shades though
When black raises a few octaves
Almost reaching the white
Then light shall transform it into a brand new feeling

Some preach against the new colours
They want to see in black and white
What a silliness!
They were caught by the comfortable state of ignorance

He kept rambling
Trying to reach the ephemeral rainbow
So many shades
A symphony of colours and strong feelings

He wanted to free himself from ill feelings
As he climbed up the hill
The acute sounds flew all over, like lost butterflies
Why would they be in such place?

Is there a right way
when there is so much to see?
He tried to fade away the colours
the fake ways would perish
But they refused to fade

He climbed up the hill
He saw her hand waving
The right way was found
Life has been restored

The two could see with clear lens
as if they were in the outer space
They were blinded with beauty and complexness
And they fade away…