I enter a purple fog
swimming in lapse
I have pictured the light of relief,
It's always purple.
The smell of this light is fresh
The mood is raw but athrill
When I am fully immersed and have walked a few steps in it
I will like to see you in this light with me
smell the purple off your skin for a long time.
The touch of this light is fleecy
The feel is of a wise end
It has coloured my mind a few times now
I will like to become this purple smoke
touch the color, being a part of it.
I will walk out of here
with purple iris
I will look at you with my new eyes
watch you swim in purple light.
Shringi
June 20, 2013
Painting: Purple Mountains Majesty by Karen Margulis
http://kemstudios.blogspot.de
It's like a song. you have touched a very special note there. Sublime and simple still. Love this.
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