misty purple rain

I track you in my memories
as your carefully placed image
drifts in and out -  
on familiar clouds
 
speaking softly to me
floating-then falling freely
into the deep canyons of my thinking
 
as if there's a 6th sense -
that carries you back to me  
and i await the revealing  
 
riding upon words of love-
as the hoofs of that great horse  
that once beat the earth to get to me-
are now unheard  
 
i wander through the mountains of life
among the green grassy thoughts  
that grow between them and time
 
trimming the paths carefully  
so seduction  
by dry words in hi grass
aren't waiting  
to abduct my mind and soul
again-
in the season that comes knocking
 
asking me about dreams  
of the we -
that had a meaning with names
i tucked them away inside my sweater
close to my heart - so they won't depart  
 
i can still read the letters  
even fading in the filtered light  
of the tiring days of life
withering away like last summers smile
 
from the deep canyons I hear you faintly-
drifting away on platinum dried clouds  
into the dimness of the aching inside
 
falling away-  
behind the curtains
as i stand in remembrance
 
                  
 
 
 
                  of the misty purple rain...