The purple haze of your feminity
And the white of your sublime thoughts
Do they let you shine through the darkness
Or unveil the blue of your heart, carefully guarded from the blazing sun?
The moon is mystic, quietly reflecting your innermost throbs or vagaries
The gemstones that leave your lips, do they hurt them or polish them?
Will they turn into forgotten pebbles of time or jewels that grace a new dawn?
And we move on, to catch a glimpse of Seattle’s skyline
Suddenly life is nothing but a cascade of colors
You dissolve into them.