Wednesday, 7 November 2012

The Man With the Violet Shoes

The man with the violet shoes
Strums a violet tune,
And walks a purple walk.
The man with the violet shoes
Laughs a violet laugh
And whispers dreams of indigo.

On long-night-talks
Of drop-dead-gorgeous buffaloes
And serpentine snakes…
On the meandering path
Of a flickering flame,
And the engulfing dark
Those violet shoes embark.

The man with those violet shoes
Sculpts a stream of blues
And in that scarlet hue,
Sight and sound and touch imbue
The harmony of a violet tune.
And the man with the violet shoes
Puts down his guitar,
And the world, once more, is silent and dark.

No comments: