A declaration.
A vibrant pink colors the heavens
interjecting.
It screams for attention
demanding space in the sky,
converging with blue.
In post-colonial terms:
a mixed gender.
Not one,
but both,
coexisting
at some points merging
at others diverging
in all, harmony.
The sun emerges,
a new day, each second older
like a pulse,
the initial heat of beginning fades.
Purples begin to populate the sky
the initial passion of pink subsides
and then
the glory and fire of pink reignites
expansive, creative, formation
unending.
Closer to the nexus,
colors converge
divine ray of heat at center,
light radiating out in waves of majesty,
purples crowd pinks flanked by blues
in one sky,
all exist
together,
and separate,
but all, in harmony.
Caia Rose 