In the rush darkness

The purple haze attracts

A memory to the fore front

An instantaneous metamorphosis

 

An image that attracts me

To a time that’s not any more

Than it ever was

In the purple haze and rush

 

Lavender absconding from fields foreboding

Never noticing until they’re nearly gone

Better places to go now that they’re old

Better places than I have seen

 

It’s empty now in those bricks

Where I live in baron sad will

Willing me to remember when it was a home

Will someone be willing to lay?

 

Naked where he once breathed

 

The wind blows the heavy brass

And I imagine it is him

But it’s only no one knocking

To remind me that I’m lonely