Black Promise

Black Promise .

We shall bake a black promise.

One that rises to fill every soul,

leaving no room for sticks and stones.

We shall sit at a table round and bare,

with no heads, no wooden spoons or cups to fill.

We’ll play games for no prizes,

make rainbows without green and red, black and blue.

We’ll shed tears and fears into a well so full

it forever flowed into holding hands,

as trees grew back tall around us,

and grass reached out lush and long,

holding us so high in endless respite

– there would be no end or beginning.