The purple at dusk
12 November 2016
Square circles
Blend in my footsteps
The suns rise
In winters
When the tides set in rivers
Knocking at my door
They were four
Liquid symphonies
They rode on
Beyond breeze
Their breath and fire lit trees
Pathways of cinder
Water came
Flowed into broiled game
We knew not
How to tame
Raging of fire and flow
The split and splinter
Shards of rain
Swept away masses
Needle’s eye
Forgave not
The slightest remnant of thought
Borne within the fear
Bask in pain
Sunlight reminder
When we wake
To mistake
Morrows shadow our past tense
Wickers of pretense
The woods lie
Down by the river
Where the hearts
Still quiver
Sound of music invading
The purple at dusk
Reading of the poem:
Soul of the Tango Sur Regreso Al Amor – Yo Yo Ma
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