DEVOID OF COLOR

Devoid of color, of softness
your harsh lines unwelcoming.
Yet what light escapes your coldness
gives me reason to wait.
What is the key to reaching you?
You are diametrically opposed to yourself!
Stepping stones collapse before I reach them,
yet I move with hope of your changing.
No softness of coupled Yin and Yang,
only cold lack of color matched with that of all colors combined.
My heart sees hope through your rigid bones.
My love wants to melt your stark edges.
There you exist in anger and fear.
Here I wait – outside of you.