While Drunk On Violet Wine
There is a place I have seen since I’ve known
The man with the hair like jewels, roses and wine
Clear raindrops on windows from clouds are his eyes
It’s the place where the shy vibrant wild violets grow
And they bloom in the sun and bloom over the snow
All carved from gray pearls so perfumed with sea brine
An intricate, delicate, exquisite design
Fills his every footprint with blue petals worth gold
I have followed these footprints along sandy shores
And refreshed my eyes with finding them ‘neath the trees
They have led me to oases, wall words and doors
Each time I come ‘cross them, I’ve seen them before
A sky arc of colors shows sun’s hums to me
And every rainbow step leads my heart to yours
Copyright © Stephie Pendleton | Year Posted 2007
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