Violet and Indigo- Poem

I was having one of those rare nights where I just couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a good 5 hours, and finally decided to go outside and watch the sunrise. As i watched it ascend, I realized how beautiful different colours are when they come together to complement something, like the sun for example. Or even love. This picture was taken on my balcony at 5.15 in the morning. I thought about the 1950's and a story I'd read about a young couple arrested for wanting to be together despite the racial prejudice that existed so strongly at the time, and I thought I'd write a poem about it.

The harbors lights reflect violet and indigo on the waters surface.

There’s a boy and a girl,

With cosmic friction between them.

Her skin, a deep chocolate brown.

His, a pale cream white.

And then they danced…under the same light.

Hers were thick curly raven coloured locks, bouncing to the rhythm of the wind and the salty air.

Her eyes, hazel and rich, were fixed on his gaze,

Which was fixed on hers, as the sunset took its place.

His hands around her waist.

A tango of colours.

Deep chocolate brown, cream white, violet and indigo traced the atmosphere.

The earth couldn’t decide yet if it was still spring or the beginning of summer.

The generation still ignorant to the souls freedom to live.

But the birds in the sky rallied in support of our young lovers.

And to these colours, their songs of bliss they’d give.

You see, it was her ability,

To shift the colours of his skies,

According to her eyes,

That defined his loves vulnerability.

It’s almost fleeting, that feeling of being young.

The energy to fight misery and iniquity and with immeasurable defiance.

Ablaze in their own rebellious melody.

It had nothing to do with destiny, or fate,

It had nothing to do with the concept of forever.

But the art of two souls chasing freedom, with faith.