She Sets

The darkness settles in,

Cooling and comfortably heavy

As indigo in the night.

The sun sets,

The colours change.

Blue sinks into black,

With a flourish of colours between.

Sunset has always sounded orange,

But the air smells distinctly pink.

The taste on my tongue is green,

Leftover remnants from the ocean

While I swam.

My hair feels red,

Sticky with salt,

Windswept and sun bleached

The yellow is between my toes,

Grains of sand that tickle and shift

Scrape together with familiarity

I’m left without violet,

Noticeably absent.

Her dark surface,

Her bright heart

Her depths of shadow and light

Her relative warmth

And tranquility of life

Missing one,

The others stand out

Bold and unwavering

Firm in their presence.

Assured of their stance.

Comfortable, and comforting.

They do not dwell

On what could be

But on what

Simply is.