Purple catalyst of hope…

My purple catalyst of hope
In Pandora’s world without
the box… As I stood on the
verge of distraction yesteryear
a memory beneath melancholy
clouds, you were the fork
my purple delights the faintest
whisper of the girl I was, creeping
among the now catapulting
me into tomorrow. How many
puddles have we dived Into
my dearest? How many showers
have cleansed away my tears?
There through rain and sun
Sand and thunder, high winds
and autumn leaves. Through
train rides and doctors you
never left my side, never even
broke a lace yet now my
heart breaks for the days
without you. How much
of my soul is ingrained
within toe scuffs and etched
paint. And with you
Into the great abyss I send the
secrets of my heart
the shame of my soul
between the cracks of my sole.
My love, my dearest,
never a day will pass without
a moments silence
for my you, my purple delights.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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