Poetry
Only Red
I can’t see anything in front of me,
Only red.
The rain clouds, the storms
Cannot hide or undertake
The dread I feel.
In and out it passes,
When it remains
No other color
I see instead,
Only red.
The clouds move in
Over the tide
As it rises and falls
With the moon’s ever changing phases.
I can’t help but wonder,
How to put asunder this surmounting,
Temporal feeling,
Waves bring what is desperately needed,
Healing,
Day by day,
No longer fed,
Color begins to change,
Transform,
Unlike its original form,
Ever evolving,
Once what was dark is now lighter
Each day becomes brighter
Than what we see,
And what was said,
"Only red."
The hue surpasses and morphs
Into sister hues.
They sparkle and dance
And mingle and intertwine
Amidst blue star-filled nights.
They sing and dance their way into my dreams,
Floral pinks create songs
I hide in my heart,
Revealing the frailty
In the steadiness
I thought I found through this
Crimson view.
It flows through me,
It flows through you,
Hidden by flesh,
The bags we carry around.
Keep it inside,
Where it cannot be found,
Has no need to be shed..
It always is,
And always will be..
only red.
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