Color

Out of the still, black, blackness, comes the grey,
Forms slowly take shape, vague and meaningless,
Somewhere sound stirs, whispering babble,
Color creeps into this world slowly and shapes take meaning,
The world awakens, sounds awake and chirp, cackle,
Until the brightness reigns, alive, abound, endless,
Exciting, thrilling, enchanting, blissful,
Until the light starts to dim, starts to drown,
The colors are yet bright, but the hues change, weird and strange,
Landscapes steeped in nostalgia, calm and serene,
Until the light fades and suddenly nothing is left anymore,
But the still, black, blackness.

Do I imagine night and day and night?
Do I imagine birth and life and death?