The colour purple

The rich, dark texture of times that have passed

The voluptuous velvet and fabric so vast

The exotic feeling of regal times

And depth of emotion, with passionate lines

The intuitive flash of spirit within

Moving into the portal and depths akin

To the float of a feather, at a wonderous height

The enveloping sensation, such a beautiful sight

To the clothes that I wore, so poetic and deep

To the locks that I bore, and the sheets where I sleep

The colour itself has travelled in time

And I’ll always be known for this colour of mine

To the amethyst rings and crystals alike

And the clip of my wings, to my soul’s delight

With my tattoo of aum, a sight to be seen

A permanent reminder of the places I’ve been

I feel so connected to this colour of mine

A splash so rich, intense and divine

It invariably has such a place in my heart

Eternally entwined and never apart