purple waves
I’ve been dreaming since you left me
a hundred years ago
drifting through the purple waves
of an orphan’s gently torn tears
I love you endlessly
even though
it is not returned
even if
I must now love you
from the shadows
never calling you
by your rightful name:
lover, lover,
the bed is burning
my bones are yearning
my skin is singing out
a sad refrain:
come back
come back to me.
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Wanted to attempt something a bit more classical and dramatic. I tried to come up with the poem after making the picture, which is kind of backwards way of working, but I don’t hate it entirely so that’s a start. The image just seemed like it warranted a verse. Came up with this at 3 am last night and it kept me up all night. Now I have a full day ahead of me on no sleep. All4UFlickr.
