Purple Waters

By Bruce Clifford

I yearn to swim in purple waters.
The time we spent trapped in unforgiving times.
I learned to laugh in purple waters.
Making sense of the magic within your eyes.

I’ve learned to dive towards the inner soul.
My thoughts collide with memories I’ve never known.
Days turn into moments of a fleeting thought.
Making sense of all the visions we once sought.

I yearn to fly in a mysterious sunrise.
The days we spent were the moments of fate.
I learned to cry in a massive divide.
Making sense of this kaleidoscope .
Making sense of our dreams of hope.

I yearn to swim in purple waters.
The time we spent trapped in unforgiving times.
I learned to laugh in purple waters.
Making sense of the magic within your eyes.

Purple waters within us.
Purple waters.

I dream of a time in purple waters.
I laugh and I cry of purple waters.
We tried our best only to discover the curve.
Purple waters and all we thought we deserved.

©2/7/2025 Bruce Clifford

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