Poem from the Color Series: Purple

 

On a throne of fruits and flora
Washed by the dying Sun,
Livid wounds fresh from Pandora
The Child of red and blue undone.

Abandoned on cold, earthly shores
By Fathers of the Sea.
Left alone to fight violent wars,
For futures they could not foresee.

Yet with opposing energies
And mastery of growth
Majestic Sons forged histories
Built upon ancient, cherished oaths.

Enclosed in richest crimson cloaks,
For seeking the Divine,
Each bathed in sacrificial smoke
To witness blood maintain the line.

Still even time fades regal hues,
And power can dilute.
The path of Spirit you must choose
For union with the Absolute.

-Amber JoAnn