Life painted in Black and White

Life painted into Black and white.

They have grown in isolation befriending them,
no father, no brother, no mother,
no kith to suck the blood in rightful terms of law.
Orphaned at an young age,
The twin recourse often in the surging beach,
Their tender feet playing in the white foam, froth
Hoping to catch life by its forelock,
May be to enter into the sprightly life of a
Whale, a fish , sea-horse, to swim and swim
but the forging black clouds thundering
shatter their dreams, just as the waves recede,
equally too young to cognise
clouds are soon to dispel and
in the mid sea a white liner sails west ward.