Purple Rose

 Purple Rose

Eerie night, flashes from strangers

He sits on a log, his tongue bridled

He wonders why

these flashes don't find him

He beckons on this light

but it won't find him.

distantly, his ears pick up whispers

These whispers eerily call him in 

They tell him they'll comfort him

They tell him he'll be safe

They tell him they'll wrap him, 

in their cold arms,

and keep him warm


Then, aid in hand a wild one comes

stringing the strings of her heart

she plays him a tune, but he doesn't get it

if he got it, he doesn't understand it

she doesn't understand him too

she hands him a purple rose,

she tells him to have faith

he wishes she'll sit with him, longer 

but, she doesn't get that, she walks on

he sits in the dark, watching,

listening to the eerie whispers

waiting, he hopes another wild one

comes along with a purple rose


©Jane



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