Purple Midnight
A poem about love, hope, and dreams
Radiant she kissed the star off my shore and hid the tides under her arm held promises in store
She grasped the lips of the sun and suckled the night until sleep crept over the horizon bathed in red day’s light
She looked in my eyes searching for a star to mold only to find a waning light a candle-spun flame glowing fluorescent gold
She saw her face in the flame shrouded in purple midnight it spoke of love and wishes of dreams and hopes that have long since faded out of sight
