The purple Sky

My foot moves an inch,
I am propelled.

The friction ceases.
I stop.

The cold wind gushes.
The moon has disappeared.
I notice the purple sky.

I am enervated,
Yet illusion a sense of vague harmony,
I see the waters, deep and calm
I see the boat that’s got me here.

The fog dances in my mind,
It’s a vivid picture.
I nod to the matter
That I often passed by.

It’s the heaven, it seems,
There, where the verdicts are passed
I wait to be claimed
As I feel the stir of the soul.

The cold wind gushes
The moon has disappeared
I sense the purple sky

Candles are lit, sober and warm.
I see the four seasons pass.
The lure of the world- it smiles
The flames’ are burning in my heart.

I witness the angel’s words.
Of one good deed and another.
She wants me back.
I promise.

I cry as I lie under the purple sky
Though I am not alone.
I have a bag of gold and an intense will.
A mountain of desire and the God within.