Sidewalk Stories

As I Remember Thee

Red as blood, black as night.

Red for your passion of books and writing. Red for boundless energy and strength within your soul.  Red for your will power and courage to face death and truth as it is. Red for the lust for life that you hold so dear and fuels your  courageous heart. Red as the color in your shy cheeks. Red is for your personality and soul. 

Blood for the warmth you spread. Blood for reality that is so ingrained in you. Blood for your ancestors for whom they're pride and intelligence you have. Blood for the life that flows like a tide and changes much like it, too, within you. Blood for the mortality you possessed and owned. There are none more prepared than you for the hardships of life and the death to come. Blood for lifelong bonds you try to keep with friends and family. Blood is for your reality and personality.

Black/Blood for the horrors that I know to be within your mind.

Black for the formality and respect you show. Black for your darkened mind that too often thinks of the shadows of life. Black for the depth of perception that you seem to have, but is, for you, hard to read. Black for how you make people shine. Black for the fear you deal with in your own way. Black for the people you keep at arm's length. Black for the pessimistic realist side you often show to those closest to you. Black for how you protect people and comfort them. Unlike most, you fear not the darkness nor the evils of the world. Black for the control and power you grip tightly to, though you are not power hungry. Black is for your personality and mind.

Night for the shadows within your mind, hidden much like black in the night. Night for the calm you possess. Night for the light you have in the darkness. Night for the dreams you do and will bring to life. Night for the different variations that are within you. Night is for your soul.

You are as beautiful as the night full of stars above a river in the forest.