Purple Vistas

I believe I’ll never be alone

floating, dangling words

forming in my mind

transcribed into jewels

tribune of life

sandpapery on skin.

Opening purple vistas

to inputs and outputs

leaking from my pen

in dabs and splotches

changing course

scratching out thoughts

deciphering life.

Metamorphosing

through life storms

and emerging passions.

Striking out ideas

like heat lightning

growing phrase flowers

on deep earth soil.

Illuminating lives

heeding subconscious

fantasies taking flight

musing comes to light.

Words fill my essence

held dear as friends

cozy in mind pocket

eager to spring out.