A Moment of Pure Possibilities

For most of this life, I saw only black and white;

the damning wrong and the simple right.

Now I see in visions of blue;

the sparks of hope and enlightened views.

The blue keeps me steady in hand and mind;

but when I close my eyes, the red begins to shine.

In my crimson haze, I reach for airy thoughts of blue;

but the foggy red rises to meet the other hue.

In that blinding moment of waltzing hues;

all I can possibly think of is you.

You who have struggled, been swallowed by red;

still have fleeting memories of blue in your head.

The colors, they speak to each other in a crackling whirl;

whispering, plotting, to build a new world.

In our world of blacks and whites;

purples will creep and crescendo the night.