Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer
into a peaceflow of color, drawing me
with a calm assurance
of knowing,
knowing after all….
we are spirit created,
we exist,
walking through our space and time
more tangible,
we are….
brightness in that darkest night.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed, photo from Pixabay
Only her head bobbed above the water now, after swimming beyond the waves and into the open sea.
She refused to feel the coldness of the water as she searched the night sky, kicking her legs and moving her arms in front her to stay afloat,
waiting for the colors to begin. Then the yellow began streaking across the starry sky,
then orange appeared and a deep rich red…..it wouldn’t be much longer, she thought.
The colors so permeated the sky that they filled the air around her and the sea….It was not a reflection,
but an infusion dispelling the darkness. She would wait a few seconds more before dunking her head…..
and there it was! A strong streak of purple, symbolizing her future love…..filling the sky, the sea,
and all of her being……into her hair trailing behind her. Would she find him in time?
Writing © Copyright 2020, ancient skies, image from pixabay
Note: This is a story I’m working on. If you like I can share a little more. Yes I do write fiction too!
I love when purple makes its final appearance
in the softer sun,
just before autumn flourishes
in the majesty
of golds and reds.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The blue of his soul collided with the red of her spirit,
in such a wonderful way, that they made together
the most beautiful purple either one
of them had ever seen. Covered
with a sweet royalty
hiding the diamonds
shining inside.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
In the deeper part of purple there is a mystery
not only red mixed with blue, but a tinge of black,
drops of darkness in the shadows, the deepness of a color
how can it be so beautiful? dressed a silken dress
filled with the light of the moon,
but hiding its own immodesty, so close to black.
Most men don’t have purple
but black and white, sometimes blue
so the deepest part of purple must be feminine
proudly holding onto the black, with red and blue
mixed in.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
When I have the purple,
running through my veins,
I know I am alive,
surging with hope,
unlimited.
When I have the purple,
and your love,
running through my veins,
I am overwhelmed,
and made stronger,
with a glimpse,
of eternity.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
