Praise the Purple Night.

Where am I tonight?

Am I with you in the eternity of love?

I sit and wait and try to hear that calling deep within.  Yet around and around I hear the stillness of my own silence and the cacophony of sounds beyond in the rooms filled with people so borrowed and obscure.

Purple night; praise be the purple night. That only time I’ve felt so much in my life. Wishing always beneath the moon for the waves to crash lighter for me and for the green florescence of earth to come out of its passive shade and for my soul that has been so battered in those pasts to learn to heal with true intention.

For me this is my night, around and always.

Waiting for you to signal me, that yes, this can be the time when it all means more than it ever meant. When the sun rises up into a sweet song of fancy.

For the night to blend into morning and the purple sky to turn to simmering heat in the morning light.

But now, alone, in the room, that fire of my light is so very dim. 

here are words I wrote many months, perhaps years ago...I find my writing comes from the deepest of places. It is never easy to fully let out exactly how one feels, but oh how much better it makes you feel when you see them there written, black letters on stark white page. It forces you to read your thoughts, it makes the intangible, tangible suddenly and perhaps then, the knot loosens inside, if only a tad. It can only help to organize all the mess within...for we all have much that we are trying to put back into its rightful place.

and here i am sharing some of that with you.