Spectrum Red

Spectrum Red

As the violet of day
draws to a close...           
Witnessed the dwindling
vermillion sun,              
being swallowed  
by the horizon.
Ever so slowly,
       seconds stretched...
      This moment here...
Captured...       
and                
froze.         

    Brushing off
the indigos  
  and                
blues.           
of the past,
            Whilst I shed these
scarlet tears.
Burdened with
              unfounded speculation
and fears.         
Gifted the.         
lease of bravery
but I know...         
it wouldn't last.       

A final skirmish             
between                          
night and light.            
My crimson wings     
spread to greet the.        
green evening air.             
Feather and wind.            
spoke to each other;       
quivered as if              
the same story         
they shared.           
A conversation    
              that ended quickly before
both took               
flight.                        

To the                        
highest heavens,
leaving a           
trail of leaves
from days of
yellow...        
  Flying past the
                 blushing orange cheeks
  of                         
sleeping clouds.
             Evading the beckoning
of                      
    night's curtains
and            
shrouds.  
    Into the sun,
I would go.
                Beyond world's end,
           I would follow...

To find you
                  where the universe
                      would run its course.
                      I'd gladly soar through
       spectrum's grain,
Through         
      unfamiliar realms
and                  
              warped new planes.

Why?          

Because       
rubies          
pump            
through mine
and                
garnets           
flow               
      through yours...

By Ryn 

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