Purple

All my life I've tried to love

A painted love that's never been

And now from ashes comes the sun

Lightning paths I'd never seen

Slightly drunk from sleepless dreams

Worlds unfold beneath my feet

All my women turned to smoke

Burnt from heartless purple glass

Tired of opaque loving eyes

I catch the glimpse of real stares

Looking through in curious glances

To find in me my truths and dares

But just as I approach the ground

A last sad joke remains unknit

Somehow testing my suspicion

That there is not an answer fit

Is this just one more shade of purple

Built from hope on lifeless glass?

;

In times of choice as tight as these

Choose it once for no return

Let it burn as hence I've learnt

Or call this vase the one to save?