There was a battlefield
where RED came charging — a blur, a force!
BLUE hovered, expanding itself
airborne like volcanic ash
cloud-like billowing
wide and fast
heading straight for the
arrogant RED riots of flame
and bubbling gush splattering with abandon

Closing in
both claiming dominance
through every gesture
radiance electrified
with each vanquishing howl
clawing through ground
letting loose
meeting full on
to settle the dispute

But as each neared the other
they stopped short of touching
the scene steadied
a kind of perfection came into view
no miracles, just something held right
for a moment, an instant, a blink in time    

The hot lava cooled
as RED drew to a full stop
where ever it had flooded
in its wake were saturated fields
vibrant and alive 

The BLUE billows
congealed harmoniously
defining the infinite
variations of ultramarine, manganese
and cobalt specks
pierced space
with their soft edges
fluttering  

Just the right amount of RED
the right amount of BLUE
each held their own
faced each other
and called a truce.