When the world collapsed
And the anger remained,
Tainting my gardens...
It was her voice that eased the pain.
She called me Red -
When hope seemed lost
And isolation became my truest friend,
I saw her eyes amongst the stars
And found strength once again.
She called me Red -
When distance ran deeper than miles apart,
After jealousy caustically enveloped decisions,
Bleeding life back into a shriveled heart
While hope filled the mind with lavish premonitions.
She called me Red -
As I fell to my knees and begged the Gods
For a companion to stand beside as we conquered all,
The laughter and love, the madness and scars,
A serenade of potential amongst her chaos.
She called me Red -
As my vines and plants protected my heart,
Her acrobatic nonsense was enough to weave
Throughout their barricade and mark
My world as one of reprieve.
She called me Red -
As she breathed color back into my being,
Whispering soft words of encouragement -
To spread my wings and rise free
Of all chains and binds of disparagement.
She called me Red-
Eternally branding herself unto my soul,
And, ever so gently, keeping me whole.
