Purple ponder Puce in poems A darker side of crimson As blood turns old An age of violet words That blow upon my pages

I’m all the colors run Mixed mnemonic tears Soggy mash of burning lumps Taken with my tepid tea Brewed inside a loveless home

Rise Take stock Concentrate Gather worries Put them behind you Refocus your intent For you are the warrior Winter is the time Collection of good spirits Spring into flower

Beyond the loving His voice echoes in my memory Tears fall like rain to rise again And fickle still My heart is beating picture by Matt Adamik

Setting you free. As long as you’re mine, How can you be yourself. Just be beside me, My guide my friend. No-one is owned; Only the love.

Into early morning sky Cloudless but plumes of faded fire A phoenix died With love inside No rain no resurrection

At first  like a long weekend Doing those things  that never had time Days dragged into weeks Monotonous motions Too many never minds  in the always tomorrow Until one day…