Purple Dance

June 11, 2016


The words are emerging

revealing themselves

in sounds unspoken

from the depth of her soul.


Mother, Daughter

Human Being.

Drawers dissolve

limits disperse.

Open space,

golden, purple void


non existent.

Ceasing to hide behind

fluttering gauzy drapes.

Feeling the courage stepping out of the haze.


Trust me

she whispers.

Come with me, 

she flusters,

Her voice intoxicating

seducing, her look promising.

Into a far away not knowing.

Unveiling wisdom

of past sorrows,

reflecting everything she can seize.


It is time.

she makes sure her words

meet the aim she has chosen with wariness..

The heart, the Spirit.


Waking up

like every night,

every day!


Purple silk dancing in the night air

on my way out



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