Under my violet sky
when summer's worked
it's magic -- I'll be here
in Wanton fields, running
like a child in mid-December
from the Chills of night --
-
And by morning light
nothing will hurt,
it will have washed
away the demons --
left them lying on the shores
of a distant memory.
(to be found by the stars)
-
And by moonlight
I'll gaze at the stars
like a child in awe of
Magic -- under my violet
sky speckled in light --
I'll be here in summer's
night to smack the stones
of my mind across the
ocean -- and watch as
they skip to you.
