Split

I am two

Each unique like the sun and the moon

Moods like vivid gamboge dawn to muted russet dusk

I come undone

by a conversation that reminded me of someone

adding drops of obsidian to ivory

I am spun

As I struggle with passions left unsung

adding waves of evocative orange to oxblood

I am two

The sun and the moon

Foxhole prayers swiftly billowed cloud gray to storm blue

My emotions mellow yellow after I’m through being unglued

Then I’m back again

I am one

I breathe

Do a yoga pose

I no longer see red as a rose

I am one

Vibrancy seeping out my toes

As I dance to a song that makes me less morose

I am one

With the earth

Shrouded in violetin I am no longer hurt

My vision sees prisms and I experience rebirth

I am one

Until I come undone

I am two