Shades of Purple

As dusk descends on purple fields

where you and I meet in our dreams,

where lavender exudes its calm,

we walk the seams, take in the scent.

Admire the pink and violet sky

and know this is no sad lament.

We've walked here many times before,

for you and I go hand in hand.

No need for tears or fond farewells,

for here we've found a place where we

can rest for all eternity.

Reviews

[Crowley]

I am a smell person...and this smelled lovely. Ohhh to have that one place, that one spot where you can ground yourself out with the companionship of another. I have one, its doesn't look or smell quite the same as this one, but I definitely have one. thanks for the stroll Christine!!

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the stroll Crowley. Many thanks.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

One of my favourite lines from a song...'where deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls'
A lovely place to be...walking together hand in hand beneath the brilliant colours of a sunset...
love should be the one thing we take with us into that sunset.

A good write, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Ted, I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

"we walk the seams....." love that ... our colors purple doesn't necessarily have to be all sorrow and loss does it ... for me you poem creates a place of serenity, calm assurance as two who love still are allowed this quiet place to remain forever ... blissful ... comforting are the feelings that come to me in reading this ... really like it ... i imagined me Ma and Da enjoying such a place ;)
E.

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely Mr E. Pleased this little poem made you think of your Ma and Da. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

Purple in all its variants is my ever favourite colour.
In dreams of lavender fragranced fields romance and deep caring would be the most beautiful essence ....

[Chris Shaw]

Yes Stella, purple my favourite colour and fields of lavender with their spiked scented flower heads, where I wander in my dreams. Thank you.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I read a sad tale of lovers being burried together in a place they loved. Perhaps not meant to be so morbid?
Interesting. Wow you are productive this day.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. I can understand you coming to that conclusion by reading my lines. I like that readers are able to interpret as they so wish.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dusks always remind me of love...i still feel those hands in mine...of those i have loved.
nicely penned,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Hand in hand, those were the romantic days. Dusk brings comfort, I also like the colours. Thank you Jacob.