Violet Eyes

Bruised irises swathe a moonlit slate
A pale rose need not hurry for Fate
In its petal's tease, a delayed resurrection
Is shown through the purest pools of its Soul
Wherein suffering has ensued and has taken its toll

Deep inside, a premonition amidst howling wind
Tormented grays
Speak of somber days
Tormented they spin
Swirling like a vagabond’s last cup of gin
What beaten eyes so weary and blue!

Raging red against the paths worn and cruel,
They forever seethe, yes they do



Never tempering, waters bubble and shall boil
Drowning in the painted pools of violet oil
A wild epiphany layered beneath the royal blue
A screaming misery sandwiched between the two
A cerulean rue, a lackluster hue
Lost in lament deep and true

And raging against the sea of Time on broken wings
In light's harsh presence
Red, they seethe. red they seethe


Oh what pleasure of infinite measure
Lies behind those stormy gates of shivering shards
Of bruised light playing harps half-gay
Where cupid’s arrow dare not slay
Quivering, they may bleed passions another day


Like a ripened fruit infertile yet sweet
Demure is this kiss, hungered yet grieved
A taste to lips gravely girdled
And as I peer into the chasms of thy soul
Through those ebbing pits, long and deep
In utter agony, I weep
For their tides wash cold and bid me to sleep



Ruby rage does burn, twisting and trying
To break free from that thin azure ice
As the shivering shards scream
Twice denying, slightly defying
They dance in their frozen, weathered dream
As violets serene and serpentine


‘Tis an indigo ocean, a delight of delights
A twig snaps on the roll of a die, and beauty fights
To penetrate the core of those marble skies
The galaxies of pleasure that pain confines
Straight through a garden of tears
Into the motionless onyx iota that seers
The wild orchids frothing around its centre
With tainted, lust- violet fissures
Splashed on waters of milk
Singing to me like forlorn silk
Commanding the seas to rise and fall
Into those abyssal irises, lonely they do call

Oh what fragile eyes the shadows maul
With an undulating, electric crawl
On my heart their tears do scrawl
A note of pain in secret bawl

Forever racing against Time
They will seethe, they will seethe
Fiercely, without reprieve
Amethysts glowing on a powdered screen