We all sort of band together,
a community,
suddenly we want to feel like we
believe
in similar ways
the grief of the day,
or in contrast,
the delightful nature of a
calm spring day,
when last night,
when the horrid reality of life
in all of its shapeless mortality,
suddenly did reign upon us
with passion,
a vigor more relentless than ever we might
Imagine,
and yet now this morning,
sun streaked skies allow our hearts to breathe
in natural elegance,
we will recall the Purple Rain of symbolic legacy.
Until later on, when beyond the intoxicating allure
of a glorious spring evening,
we do sleep again, only to wonder
if when morning returns
will we listen to the soft coo,
