Violaceous

Purple Butterflies fly around me

brushing my cheek with

Gossamer wings.

Like kisses from a Summer's Breeze,

So gentle it tickles

And I smile Carmine Roses.

In the safe-guarding Sunlight

their wings glisten

Like tissue paper made from Amethyst.

I feel them in my hair

On my neck

My arms.

They rest on my body

Wings opening and closing

O p e n i n g and closing

O p e n i n g

and

Closing.

I reach for the Star

Desiring to have a piece for myself

to hold Brilliance in my hands

to hold on to it a little longer.

To my delight, a Visitor

alights on my hand.

In awe, I examine

the Tiny Creature

Amazed by the metallic

Swirls of Lavender

And then they close and

Deep Plum purple

looks at me with Diamond Eyes.

In the Sunlight they sparkle

Illuminating my skin in myriads of Color.

I giggle Pure Wonderment

As another one lands on

My nose.

Then in a Breath of Diaphaneity

They

d

e

s

c

e

n

d

with a Farewell Kiss

All of them.

The dazzling Bodies

Depart in a Spiral of Delicacy

Taking with them a

Part

of Me.

I chased after Them

until I could run no more.

It was like a piece of my very being-

of my Soul-

Left on the Wings of sweet Lavender.

Since then

I cry Silver Tears

waiting

for their return

waiting

until the Missing Piece

Is returned to me.