P U R P L E

I break away from 
refraction circuit rainbow
took the wind blow
go and shed on the edge
time
: I am colouring  flowers and butterflies,
I am scratch  river wall
and stones

wind continued wanderer
up across the city gates
I daub goal sheet, haute couture,s
shawl, and a string of jewels

wind still ran
I blow back colour on the curtains,
candles, paper flowers, and
a million poems
: I would want to fly
home back
but the rain had long ceased
turns, melancholy arch
now there was a rainbow ....

Agats - Asmat, March 26, 2010