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Purple Lands

Purple lands,
Your reality will go away;
Purple lands,
Rushing down of crossing light.
All is there within yourself,
And some extinct world;
The day is only half of bright,
From what of a thought is delf,
They are tangled and burled.

Purple lands,
From an evening of a day;
Purple lands,
Of colors and inside flight.
Alone in gardens of reflections,
Above the lasting and the long;
Only a road of wrong or right,
There is none outside direction,
Only a different kind of a song.

Slowly to move,
Each of the inner true eye;
Slowly to beat,
Where the two moons fly.
Reach to the spirits creations,
Objects through all the hoops;
Of silences drip in the dark sky,
A time within its own erosions,
Something that comes and swoops.

Slowly to move,
Like the graceful butterfly;
Slowly to beat,
Its wings across and try.
To reach a flight into the new dawn.
Reflecting the earthborn wishes;
That reaches through the blue sky,
In Sunday mornings freshly gown,
Where sun still the twilight kisses.

posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 8:52 AM