Crimson

 The Shore hid treasures of shells, 

Like a man with secrets, 

Calm, quiet, with intent, 

Appearing like an unsolved puzzle to the Sea.

In the distance, the hues of the setting sun 

In the vast, endless Sky, 

Spread light across the world.

The rays touching the Sea gently, 

As the Sky watched her dance, 

Kissing her waves are blood red.

The red was perhaps a pinch of vermilion, 

The Sky painted the Sea with. 

He made her a reflection of him, 

From the blues to the darkness;

Days and nights, the unaware Sea reflected in his colour, 

While she had tried all her life in vain 

To meet the mysterious shores 

Perhaps impress him with her pearls.

The Sky met the Sea silently, in all his vastness, 

Claiming her as his, reflecting his strength and flaws on her, 

As the lovelorn Sea, tired of chasing the shores, 

That paid no heed to her turbulent waves, 

Finally looked up and saw the Sky.

Accepting the unrequited love in his existence 

And finally accepted him with love.

So, every day at dawn and dusk, 

The Sea met the Sky in colours of scarlet, 

In union, love and promises, 

Giving us the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

© Suranya