Behind the window the moon is full
Shining its light
The lake is aflame
With long white scars
Flowering invisible love.
Torn at the edge
Not a reflection
I wash my heart
Flooded by whispers
Emptied of venom.
Folds in the veil
Coloured stitches
Engaging
You’re not too late
These moments are forgiven.
Great clouds like galleons
Gazing at the promised land
Fragments of questions
Unvalued treasures of everyday life
Once found, can never be lost.
After the storm of weeping
I wondered if my courage failed
Tears are for sorrow and for comfort
As happy years have passed
I found myself climbing into the dawn of a new day.
Into The Violet Hour 