Violet

Her shade was red,

His color was blue.

Together they’d turn violet,

In an instant they knew.

Like a tranquil breeze,

That comes in after a storm,

Each came in to ease,

And strengthen another’s form.

Both looked for a crimson sunset,

As a pleasant end to the past.

Instead they stared at what’d beget,

An ochre sunrise that’d come to last.

Like an orange autumn that paves the way,

For a cozy, blanche winter ready to set in,

They eagerly waited for the day,

When a warm soul would walk right in.

Seeking to turn a shade deeper,

They worked on their core color.

Hoping to reach a higher order,

They helped blend into each other.

They were both violet now,

Inked more by the other’s soul.

Together they came to see how,

One could build another’s bole.

Picture courtesy- John Lund