What is the smell of purple
On crashing rocks of disarray
Whose fractured life leans against
The alabaster clouds of yesterday
Crimson rides of swirling moss
The loamy roots outstretched
Burning passion intertwined
Await on bated breathe
Fiercely loyal, apathetic
Flames upon the threshing floor
Sing the songs of all who wander
While others wander nevermore
Alone we sit together holding
The branches sway within the wind
Emerald skies forever shining
And trails that turn on endless bends
You and I, together, alone
But what is alone if not for want
Turquoise flames sprinkle down
This cursed, sacred haunt.
Maybe, yes, probably so,
If, and, but, or neither,
Stop waiting and just go
Synaptic frenzy harsh and wild
Birds on maroon roads below
What is meaning more than tired
I bask in darkness's glow.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
What is the smell of purple
On crashing rocks of disarray
Whose fractured life leans against
The alabaster clouds of yesterday
Crimson rides of swirling moss
The loamy roots outstretched
Burning passion intertwined
Await on bated breathe
Fiercely loyal, apathetic
Flames upon the threshing floor
Sing the songs of all who wander
While others wander nevermore
Alone we sit together holding
The branches sway within the wind
Emerald skies forever shining
And trails that turn on endless bends
You and I, together, alone
But what is alone if not for want
Turquoise flames sprinkle down
This cursed, sacred haunt.
Maybe, yes, probably so,
If, and, but, or neither,
Stop waiting and just go
Synaptic frenzy harsh and wild
Birds on maroon roads below
What is meaning more than tired
I bask in darkness's glow.
