Purple

The waves reach up

To touch the sand

And I am anchored

Where I stand.

Light and water,

Sparkling, true

Act as a mirror

That I peer through.

The ocean calls,

It summons me

And shows me all

That I could be.

The rising tides,

The crashing foam

Sing to me

“You must be home.”

When I look out

Across the sea

I feel as if

It must be me

The waves, the sky

Each shifting hue

Makes me think

I must be blue.

But then I see

The sun dip low

And I am captured

By its glow.

Shades like rose

And peonies,

My soul echoes

What it sees.

I watch the sun

Fall from above

And my heart aches

And fills with love.

Shifting low,

In flushed hues,

It sings to me

“This must be you.”

When I watch

The sun sink down

I feel as if

I am found.

Blushing shades

That make me think

My heart knows

That I am pink.

Blue or pink,

Pink or blue,

How can both of

These be true?

Can I be each,

Two things yet one,

Or must I pick

Where I belong?

I watch the waves

Rocking slow

And see the sun

As it falls low

And as they meet

And one become

I realize what

Is my true sum:

My heart is pink.

My soul is blue.

And I am purple

Through and through.