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