Friday, April 22, 2016

Purple Piuse

When we lose an icon there is sadness all around
The world weeps its tears 
Staining purple on the ground

The love that he shared was his life unveiled
Some could never see
Including me, to no avail

A painting of bright colors
His  mind was a rhapsody 
Of blossoms in full bloom
We were only the seed

We held back and did not dream 
At the same pace as his mind
Only too late we will learn
the message he wanted us to find 

So sing your hearts melody
To an unfamiliar tune
What you want understood
Unveils itself too soon

Cathy Windham
4/22/16


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