Best Poems Written by Michael Turknett

Where the Purple Flowers Fall

Have you seen where the purple flowers fall? 
Near that house of Broken Glass
That is Where the purple flowers fall
Near that house of Shattered Dreams 
Movements of the Wind 
Move the glass from Dreams 
Where the Purple Flowers Fall
Never Ending never slowing down 
Never Giving there dreams away 
To the unwilling 
Souls of the forest 
Aligned with the Spirit of the Wind
Where the Purple Flowers Fall
Forever to the willing 
She who is in control 
Of all things living 
Walking Through time itself 
Yet Weary she is 
Moving slowly Among the trees 
The house Of shattered glass is her home 
Where Dreams reside
There She dances On the glass
But her feet do not Bleed
For she Dances on Dreams 
Not True Glass 
For some Dreams are Jagged 
Life life 
Life moves with her Like the wind 
Like water 
Like Earth 
But not like Fire 
Fire burns and destroys
She would never Destroy
For all she can give is life and love 
Yet she has no name 
She has no need for names 
For she is The Purple Flowers that Fall 
Never ending Always there 
Yet there are those who want her Gone 
They fight her 
with there machines 
Yet she finds the strength to go on   
To Grow where others Burn
She Spreads life 
Forever wanting 
Dreams are whats in the glass 
As your reflection shines back at you 
I to wish to see my reflection in the glass 
In the Jagged glass Of that house
Where the purple flowers fall
Forever and always 
For dreams never die 
The live longer 
Then we ever will 
They were here before 
And will be here after
Long after we are gone 
I wish to Dance On dreams 
To be the flowers that fall 
To be with her forever 
Where the Purple Flowers fall 
Yet there is no plant from which they fall 
They Rain From the Sky 
Always Falling 
Always Wanting 
Never Ending 
For Each petal 
Is a Dream that joins her and the glass 
The Glass is the dreams that never come true 
That is when dreams become the Glass 
On which we all dance 
You me and her 
Where the Purple Flowers fall 
Where we Join hands 
And Fall with the flowers 
Onto the the Shattered glass 
on which we dance 
Waiting for our foot to Peirce the Glass
The dream that wasn't lived   
And Live it 
Always And Forever 
We Dance on the flowers 
Of others dreams 
This is where i would like to go 
To see my reflection In the glass 
And to see purple rain fall from the sky 
Where The Purple Flowers Fall

Copyright © Michael Turknett | Year Posted 2011