Broken Bird

I see the horizon turn purple on your skin As the sun sets slowly from our sight And now our last song begins The birds have flown from somewhere within Parting in violet air with the advent of night Our poem of silent voices quiver and transcend While under the stars we flash smiles with garish chagrin Holding hands across the table’s candlelight As the fiddlers play sweet lavender violins Breezes cool our temperate regard towards this end To lighten our hearts demise in this paltry plight Our denial of love seems such a soulless sin Intently we form words but mouths never open Our time has come to its end tonight There is only silence above this amethyst din We gaze into each other’s eyes like birds in tailspins Fleeing and desperately tendering our broken light While the dark purple hues consumes us as we sadly end Sinking soundless and powerless dismantled like wingless birds in flight November 30, 2021