The red of passion bleeds
like a parrots wing,
into the air and over
a waterfall, flowing
like a woman's hair
bleeding into white,
motionless and serene
standing upon a sunset
overlooking a song
sung into the sea
with others for
patient company
changing into the blues
of a sky of storms
of incomparable oceans
of pools blending
in the twilight
under a white moon
blending into Earth
green with the ease
of plants breathing
out, and in again
showing life
how to live
and breath
shifting
and moving
in the yellow
brilliance of
the sun
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
The red of passion bleeds
like a parrots wing,
into the air and over
a waterfall, flowing
like a woman's hair
bleeding into white,
motionless and serene
standing upon a sunset
overlooking a song
sung into the sea
with others for
patient company
changing into the blues
of a sky of storms
of incomparable oceans
of pools blending
in the twilight
under a white moon
blending into Earth
green with the ease
of plants breathing
out, and in again
showing life
how to live
and breath
shifting
and moving
in the yellow
brilliance of
the sun
