Under a starless purple sky I listen to the sounds of waves Pounding Emotionlessly Against the walls of my mind 1914 days 23 hours 42 minutes 21, 22, 23 seconds Have past From your soft, sweet, smiling hello To An inevitably unexpected Goodbye
And I'm missing you
Oh excuse me for my melodramatic musings But it hurts just the same Things have changed and will never again be
Purple
Paisley is my music Falling down thru the rain Doves cry Cooing matted and confused What was it that the weatherman said? "Gonna be a great day, today Leave that ole umbrella at home And enjoy" Say that shit to my suede As it rains
I inhale
To catch my breath As my thoughts Rush back To You Burgundy wined Ivory wrapped Beautifully trained In onyx twine On a beach Surrounded by rice filled palms of well wishers My messages in bottles Settling Uncorked In the glisten of the sunset Splashed with foam Against rocks of reality For I can see that You have become Red with happiness As my sky Has turned
Blue
But at least it doesn't rain And our vibe's the same A blue sky is still a sky But there will be a part of me Trying to hide my pain Nostalgic For Purple Skies
I've internalized my cries My love will never die We'll meet one day On a sunny day We'll share each other's eyes And make the most of time
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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