Simply White
By John Herlihy

Who needs all the colors of the rainbow,
On display there in the rain just for show.
Let us rest content with the color of white,
Without pretending that color is our right.
In the end, our earth shadowed in darkness,
With little thought for any kind of lightness.
Arch-devils roaming in the darkness of night;
Archangels dressed up in the raiment of light.
Images of a white knight vie with white snow,
Casting visions of pureness in luminous glow.
Whiteness enhances beauty as if home grown,
An imparting of some special virtue of its own.
The elusive quality of porcelain, ivory, or pearls
Captures the essence beyond what color hurls.
Indeed, white has become the color of mourning;
Other colors blend in the heart as white adorning.
Not just borrowed moonlight, bending thru angles;
But a white of grief and hope, glowing like angels.