Red Again

A year ago, red.
Color and light and prism streaks through teary eyes.
The triumph of possibility, not in assurance, or promise
The highs of seeing what no one else could in another
Kindred in glances
Knowing
something
more.

The improbable in the blaze of burnt umber
 I have captured it, lingered over it
Grasped it in my mind's eye
for a year
for next
and another.

I can see your mind racing, picking possibilities
Holding them up and scrutinizing them
As if the world were a library of not only books
But moments, and feelings
exhilaration
each color, each emotion
each texture
each
each.

And red has never left
It still is the sigil of warring of struggle
of birth of life
and truth.

It has been my banner and shall be on the morrow
For life is fragile
and brilliant
Full of prisms and possibilities
because of you.