Dreaming in Violet

I find purple to be one of the most beautiful colors in nature. It is coveted by royalty, and brightens any field of wildflowers. It is rich, it is delicate, it is sweet, and wildly dark. The twilight sky is nightly stained with violet memories, and lavender fields are divine in their gorgeous simplicity. I share with you my thoughts on this majestic color. 

Purple

In the shade of

the orchards we sit,

you and I.

Whispering our silky words

into the crisp air.

I dreamt of amethyst suns

glazing the world

with a plum frost

and holding your hand for the first time.

I always see best

when there are lavender flowers

woven into my hair

and the juicy flesh

of a royal pomegranate

drips down my chin,

leaving a strange violet vine.

That is when I am

without name or fame,

desire or shame.

It is this night that the gems

of the earth matter not,

that even the orchids

bow their regal heads.

 We are outside the universe

and outside care.

 I would not dare to

end this pensive

hour, 

yet our pitcher of sweet wine

has run low,

so we must blow out the candle

and return

home.  

 In a nod to the beauty of youth and death, and of course, purple: "The Prince and the Pauper- 6/17/10" (P.Desai, 365 Project)