Violet Quiet

My soul rests

in a nest of sweet twilight.

Peace flows from its center

to the ends of my

physical being.

Endlessly, the colors

float about me in

whirling waves.

Still, my soul remains

its steadfast violet.

 

Nothing can penetrate it.

Nothing can disturb it.

It is apart of

the upper ether,

in another world

all its own.

It is so wonderful

that I cry.

The tears are violet

and leave purple trails

upon my cheeks.

The violet quiet

is my soul

and is me.

Reviews

[Zero_Edge88]

"A tranquil soul is a tranquil mind that leads the heart into serenity."

"For what is the teardrops we do not coat so easily as they are a part of who we are. Sentimental to the soul, rudimentary to the mind and a prowess of the heart. As they drop so gracefully and gaily they are a teardrop of the stars that has shone in a different light but in the most they are an emotional connection.

To the ethereal's point of view and the euphoric's mind's taste it is one perceived ever so reserved. Serenity it rings a tone of a harmonious melody. Peaceful it is I feel and feel I can connect what the sky tells me to do. This, is the beauty of a dreamer."

This is what I saw, pure and raw emotion.