I can still remember checking
To see if it really rained purple:
      And I still sang the sadness
Of my heart with a droplet upon my face,
      As if a tear from Heaven.
As a kid he reminded me to surrender
    Not to the popular choice,
But the hard one of just being yourself.
       I don't know much about his life,
But the influence he had in moments
In mine make for a mid spring song
     Breaching the memory of
A memory and a melody forms....
     And yet so many years had I not
Hear him,
    So much time that passed,
My thoughts swayed away to life,
     Prince was just a memory's song,
Yet upon hearing of his passing
My last seemed to pass with him,
      His songs,
The influence,
    Just being himself,
A symbol of melodic substance.
     I will remember him well,
And I hope he is dancing
Somewhere in heavens Purple Rain.

Axiom does not lie upon the
plush bed of the words I've said.
It doesn't flourish under influence of the
flowery texts I've written.
Axiom does not fully exist behind the
actions I've deliberately displayed.

It is ingrained within the subtle folds,
inexplicable nuances
and playful innuendos.
It is present in the lull you find in between
fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats.
It is scored into the unlyricised songs,
sung when our breaths do meet.
It's in the unplanned gazes that
stray into nothingness
only to be caught by yours.
It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared
without ever feeling awkward.

Axiom...
Is the fall that you had anticipated
only after having taken the leap.
It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is
but yet still certain that you are safe.

Axiom is...
My unseen heart as it beats hard
for none other than you.

Most times, it's hearing silence in the space,
Echoes in between my Spirit's breaths.
Distinctive voice reminds me of my place
In torn cacophony of Planet Earth.
True to form, I listen; do not hear
All messages I'm given in the day.
Teachers crossing paths both far and near
Each answering my questions in their way.
Perhaps a quiet moment will suffice,
Remembering that Spirit will provide
A peace too great to go unrecognized.
Yes, words are thought or whispered, an aside;
Earnest quest for guidance to the sky
Remembering to listen for replies.