Periwinkle

by Scarlene Joi R. Aquino by Scarlene Joi R Aquino

You are a mixture of the pigments purple and blue, But how do I describe these colors to you?

It is when you run your fingers through your hair, When you touch the curtains' fabric on a rainy day, It is like living in the countryside humming the air, And you, listening to the music of ballet.

It's too metaphoric, but I want you to perceive that you are like a periwinkle— calm and quiet, it's the definition of softness.

and if ever I saw you blend on a dimmed light, Where the colors gray and periwinkle collide

I will never shut my eyes, because you are the color of the skies.