The purple at dusk

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: 

Courtesy Charles Villiers Stanford Requiem 1897

Soul of the Tango Sur Regreso Al Amor – Yo Yo Ma

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