Purple Morning Glories 
Awaken from slumber 
Their delicate tendrils 
Softly and gently 
Reaching and spreading 
Across emerald fields 
Filling a forest 
With sweet fragrances. 
The howling winds 
Of love upon me, 
I remember when 
They blew calmly 
And lulled me 
Ever so peacefully. 
But something unseen 
Has shifted them 
And they've begun 
To blow harshly. 
I hang onto 
A fallen tree 

As the winds pound 
Impetuously, 
And cruelly shred 
Every ounce left 
Of my dignity, 
Until I can't recall 
That the winds 
Were ever warm. 
As my teeth 
Start to chatter 
All my dreams 
Begin to shatter 
Then the notes 
Of the music 
From this mute 
Dying sparrow 
Were all gone. 
A cold chill 
In my heart 
Went straight 
To the marrow 
Of my bones. 
And I wondered 
How I ever thought 
I'd find shelter 
In your arms… 
Diamonds and sapphires 
Sapphires and diamonds 
Glittering, glistening 
Glistening, glittering 
Falling from my eyes 
Like drops from the sky 
In such a thick blanket 
That I can't distinguish 
My tears from the rain. 

©Soulstar2000