THE color (without comprehension) hums
shadows and violet dreams bend (light
a riddle) spun beyond our sight —
pulsing softly — alive — alive
the sky (forgets dusk) yet dares)_

to breathe between untold worlds
(threads of purple) time trusts
no hands (no hearts) to grasp
within its fold (all truths)
are contrived & dissolve

a tapestry whispers (our thought
at its edges) while (not) a surge unseen
swells & air wraps (in nothing
but a loud silence) bees
of secret hives hum without words.

no name, no sound bears the hue
it roots in voids (profoundly) without form
a color birthed (in shatter) where
meaning’s broken—beauty (lingers) undefined.

& so (do not speak) of purple tunes
heard softly — where quiet resides —
& knowing shatters too soon
(prisms twist the mind’s own will)
& pretty lives in deeper skies.

& deeper still (beyond the skin)
of thought, the light curls (violet) inward,
a secret wound, where night begins —
a kiss (between) the sound of stars
& what is heard — no voice is.

such space (where hearts fold) entire,
you & i (unbreathe) all time,
the purple thread (our soul’s attire)
is woven soft (by hands unseen)
& stitched by silence in between.

so tremble (dearest) at the sight
of all we never (truly) know —
& how the purple blooms at night
for us (its shadowed petals grow)
where prisms split & thought won’t go.

it’s Time.

:: 09.29.2024 ::