Which Color?

Ghost expanse You are nothing but there! Search parties set out and are gone. Shadows make journeys across you; Gloomy patches merge into one darkness Until looking up we see a streak of fishbelly dawn! Above dark bushes a balustrade For giddy socialites to lean upon; An all-night diner where pop-veined faces Show shockingly against the tile walls. I want to hear many stereos in concert Outside a dorm on a spring night:preserve me from silence. I want to see the looks on fifty faces Passing my bench as if in promenade:spare me the darkness. Brahman of colors Be-all and end-all of hues To which each vagrant mauve and taupe return, Toward you we send wafting An offertory scent of linseed oil Forgive us our splotches.