two colors

red and blue of love and hate
like rage and peace
sit at antithetic poles
of a wheel that broke the order
newton has assigned one day

even heartS are dual colored
As the flow must surely go
from the young blue blood  to the red
that has collected memories
from where it travels for the time that we are living

and though all this time the fleeing
thoughts of feelings go from highs to lows
and swinging, all the landscapes learned the singing
from the muds the water's rinsing
and repeating all the same emotions