The Prince of Purple

Beneath the opal white moon, the crying doves shed their precious tears, Causing the purple rain to fall, melting at the lavender notes of musical dreams, Camelot’s illusionary ivory towers of brilliant colors, seemingly fades unto the Violet shades of gray, as the minstrel’s music grows silent for the last time! The pied piper’s fluted guitar, remains stilled in the silence of a generations Mind, the world weeps in fuchsia stained technicolor for their slain prince Of rock in roll, plays now within the heavenly band beyond, rocking the Ages, lost amongst the spiritual stardust from which creations mystical Legacies are born! In reverences musical temple hall of fame, another name is added Amongst the universal giants, that have crisscrossed humanities Triumphant vast historical tides, rolling ever onwards within the waves Of the timeless rebel, jamming with the beating rhyme of the Human soul forever! Gentleman’s coterie of lace and satin’s refinement, is this instrumental Conductor strumming, at the inner finite strings vibrating within the Harmonic orchestra of an eclectic mind, a whispering dreamer whom Heard an expressionistic tempo hidden within the color purple, And thus wept in the violet rain! A flickering candle quivers within the moistures clouded wake, The concert master stands alone at the center of the musical hurricane, Untethered from his slave marked chains, the band leader strikes against His podium of freedom at last, rock-n-rolls final creshando, echoes Within the winds of destiny, carried upon the voices of his generation! Legends burnt ashes rise above this fiery phoenixes’ resurrection, For in truths resolve this singing firebird’s melody, shall play forever Onwards, as the doves cry in flights eternal soaring! Where has the musical voyager gone, the visionary fuchsia master, The soul captain hailing the distant shores of rock nirvana, By playing mystical notes of color illusions, on the blank canvas Of the horizons musical sheets, beyond mortality’s everlasting Window of social acceptance! Let the elegant birds of peace fly forth, with their wings appendages Extended upon the breezes of this artistic grand master, set blazing In lavender flames, quenched only the falling of the purple rain! But even then harken, listen my generations of rock fans, Can you not hear the wailing guitar, of the musical force, known As prince the visionary revolutionary! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN