Red was the colour of her hair, The colour of blood in a bed, The pastels of lovers burnished By an indifferent, waning sun. The mark of my own undoing, The fey burning in my veins.
Blue is the colour of mirage, The marriage of the naked oceans And of the non cloths of the skies, Blue is the blast of bold dream, Of the future and of the past The innocence in her eyes.
White was the colour of her Soul, her skin, the brash divinity Within, without, removed, set And vibrating like swirls, flash, Particles, parsed, dark matters In superpositions of quantum flux.