PURPLE SPEAKS

 PURPLE SPEAKS

Purple speaks,

In the glorious sunrise on the mountain peaks.

Purple speaks to those who listen,

Reflecting in the water, purple even glistens.

Purple speaks,

In sunsets over the mountains descending,

In psychedelic beauty,

No beginning and no ending.

Purple talks,

In hyacinths and irises, 

In redbud trees and pansies,

Along my daily walks.

Purple sings,

In some tropical fish and some birds on the wing.

Purple sighs,

Erupting in abandonment over the skies.

Purple lives in every bruise,

That moans and groans in black and blue.

Purple lives in every fall.

Lurking in the corner

Casting a pall.

Purple is,

My mother's lavender bedroom,

A grand mosaic lovely quilt,

Fruit of the pregnant loom.

Purple its mystery and mercy shrouds.

Posing in the heavens, dancing in the clouds.

Purple the favorite color

Of his Royal Badness Prince,

Purple rain comes falling

Across the firmament.

Purple speaks,

To all who will listen,

Purple creeps across the sky.

And the whole world beams and glistens.

-Bruce Potts

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