In my dreams, you alway write in purple
As you scribble my name and
As you scribble yours
It’s a color that suits you well, I think
And you wear it gracefully
It is not typical like blue or black
It is not flamboyant like pink or orange
It is not harsh to read like yellow or red
It is dimmer than brown and lighter than green
It is purple, like the deep night before the stars arrive
It is purple, like a streak of light in the dark
I will never forget you, you know
I just hope you will always remember
How special purple is
And how special you are
I still remember when we first meet. You sat behind me, and you wrote in purple.
He screams and wails
No one knows why
When they ask
He smiles and laughs
He says he just couldn't sleep some nights. But I saw him struggle. It was more than insomnia.
Little paved driveway behind the gray classrooms
Creaking bleachers of the tennis courts
Orange coarse grit of the racing track
Thin stone pathway leading to the scarlet oak Tree
Upside-down chairs behind dim window shades
Rusty lockers all along a silver row
Black monitors beneath monthly calendars
Even the Lunch spot under the full oak Tree
Thin sheets of rain fall
I went on a walk today in the rain. This is what I saw.
I first saw it beneath the setting sun
A string of gold against the purple clouds
It stood before the edge of the divide
Between the raging sea and the rolling clouds
I dove at the sight of Hope
Washing my hair with salty sand
There is the beacon beyond turbid seas
Haven to repose and a harbor to dock
The waves came, crashing, crashing
It grayed the world with soaring height
It became my eyes and all I see
And when I got back on top
The lighthouse was gone
Buried beneath the dome of the clouds
As the sea and the sky embraced
So passes my Hope
Believe me, I was this close. Then... I lost it.
I had a nightmare.
I was in it.
I molded darkness into my throne
and now I reap the death
of another angel
crashing with her beautiful broken wings
I breezed the word "sorry" into the stars a million times, but I think the wind in your ears drowned it out...
Blight is the sun that ceases to shine
Delight are the stars-- children of night
Burnt is the moon-- bride of smoke
Dread is the dark beneath the whirl
I look out the window, and I am at once exhilarated and devastated.