Pink and purple~*


Pink to purple,
In perfect harmony.
Perfect in the shift,
To perfect reality.

You wake up, you look out, you see.
The reality always changes,
Nothing stays the same!

Same as you, I breath, I see, I feel.
Same as me you must do,
But why?

For we are made by Him, all the same,
Both in a struggle to the end.
I fear, but not fear for the final day,

For harmony will come to us,
In pink and purple,
Like the morning sky.

Hi Silkchen Mausi...

I enjoy this poem because I really do have a "thing" about pink and purple; when the sky is pink and purple in the morning, it always delights me something like a heroin rush must be. I have a sonnet somewhere in the first book (I say "the first book" because I have enough sonnets to make another book already) which speaks of the sky when it is like this, and now having read this poem I am going to eagerly await the dawn in a few hours to see if it might be pink and purple (I hope so!).

"The shift to perfect reality" is a beautiful concept. That's how I feel about you and me, and our love; that it is, among other good things, the shift to perfect reality, a process of redemption. And you are right when you say "the reality always changes;" indeed it does, indeed it is shifting like the shape-shifter which it is: fluid and in flux, elastic. Stupid people talk about "hard facts," and "reality" as if it were of stone; how two-dimensionally limiting that is! As you say, "nothing stays the same!" This doesn't mean we cannot depend on good things to stay good, it just means that reality is rather like a tree, alive, growing, changing. We know that the fabric of space-time is elastic, that reality is organic. That is a good word for reality: organic.

You speak wisely of reality here, my dear wife and best friend. I love the honest and open and direct way in which you think and speak and write (in three languages, too!), and I do believe, with all my heart, that

"...harmony will come to us,
In pink and purple,
Like the morning sky."

It's 3:00 in the morning here now; in about three hours I will be scanning the sky, looking for pink and purple.

I love you.

Thank you for this poem.

*SKWN*

DUM SPIRO SPERO

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

Inorganic extensions of our organic perceptions of reality.

Yes, very beautiful indeed.

I too am a lover of colours and have used this specific colour combination in my paintings.

Certain colours and colour combinations seem to trigger in the mind phantasmagoric remnants of the past.

On a personal level, do you recall these colours from the hidden past of your youth that excreted euphoric occasions?

Most colours seem to trigger long lost emotional responses.

I....LOVE it!! Wonderfully crafted by a terribly talanted artist. Your works are a rejuvenation of the senses today. I think I'll watch the sun set tonight.

~HUGS~

Silke, you are our sunrise, please never sunset