I was born into black and white.
When I am dreamed about,
I am
Conceived
In Red.
Emboldened---
In a train station...
Light peers
Upon
Glass visages,
And tile.
I attempt to hide my face;
My rouge
Bleeds through.
My hiddenness is
Boldness,
My revelation is
Broad.
I was crafted
Far more miraculously
Than I understand.
Mysterious
Is the
Poetry
Of
God.
