We Breathe In Crimson

We’re disconnected,
stunned,
walking in circles,
wishing doves sing

Don’t want any tears,
disbelief,
I’d rather pretend
life is more than a mirror.

Where do they go,
when someone dies,
how do we know
they can ever be again

“How can you leave (us) standing”
the world is alone without you,
I wish I could step into the rain,
I wish the color scheme streamed

PURPLE RAIN

“Dearly Beloved”
talking out loud
about life
and ‘the afterworld’

When is it we can finally
realize mortality
long before the shock
of sudden departure.

I never did realize my dreams
back in 1999 I was a punk,
wanting “a little red…”
consequence in life is my
good night

Peace to your soul,
we all speak the truth,
pursed lips in an

everlasting smile.

“When doves cry”