The sky is red she whispered to her daughter
Red from the beginning
Since the creation of the world
When matter came together
Forming our globe
Mixing the elements
Bending the heavens to the scarlet vault above our heads
The sky is blue she whispered to her mother
The sky wraps us in ruby curtains she said to her daughter
Pregnant with crimson rain
Drenching us with sanguine droplets of dew
Soaking our clothes
Coloring us russet
Transforming us into ripe cherries
The sky is blue she said to her mother
The sky glowed vermillion at night she shouted at her daughter
Dotted with rose stars and a cerise moon
Through the darkness our garnet faces glittered
Wine flushed from claret and burgundy
As we danced naked beneath the bloodshot cosmos
The sky is blue she shouted at her mother
And strode away fading into cerulean haze
©kcasady2014
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