Black and White

Lights are low. Reflections flicker on the wall Mirror images of those from long ago. Dead so many years, yet who are still alive... Here,...in black and white, ...in this dark room Bergman and Grant. I watch them as they struggle with emotion She deceives him. He believes betrayal... How is it possible...that he cannot see that her love for him endures? My small screen evokes such love, bitterness, sadness and pain... But once again...our heroine will be redeemed, and saved...in the end. Oh yes! I know the outcome. I've seen it many times before... Even so..I must watch again...how love conquers all.... Oh Mr. Grant! You must see how she loves you!! Why can you not see how her heart breaks?? Ahh.....finally, yes...he carries her in his arms down the stairs to safety.. And I am curled in my chair...breathless once again. Bergman, Grant, Stewart, Hepburn, Bogart...the list goes on and on. We have lost them one by one, ....yet...we never really did... They have left their presence in black and white for us to relish, ...again and again... To take us to war torn places...to the Rhine,...to Casablanca...to the ends of the earth... Yet we've never had to leave our chair Those beautiful faces that never age Like black and white etchings, that can be brought to life.. Tonight brings a teardrop, or terror, or a love like no other... Tomorrow, they will take me to another place...another time... As they live on and on and on.....in black and white... ____________________________________________________________________ note....Just watched one of my favorites last night on TCM