Sometimes I Wish I Were a Wall

Pain is color, in between
Desire and death, white and black;
Light's most lovely at the dawn,
And then, again, approaching night.

Sometimes I wish that I could kiss
The world and take away all pain,
Feel it all, for everyone,
And then go mad to prove I'm real.

But love continues, as does pain,
And death engenders both, for aye,
And the river murmurs ceaselessly
Around the bend on which we live.