Drinking the Purple Hour

Drinking now the purple hour last one left bereft of power moments dripping down your chin see through seconds stretching thin some time caught behind your tongue travels back to find you young in my eyes I see you find yesterday inside your mind a flash of Sunday afternoon on the boulevard in June I wipe that summer from your eye with fingertips and wonder why the flow of time and tears goes on Long after hope has come and gone. But, sometimes when we think all hope is gone we find the strength to carry on our faith in God will see us through so let's dry our eyes, me and you and have one last drink before the wine turns sour a farewell toast to the purple hour My niece, Johnette Loefgren, and I wrote this