P U R P L E

I escape
from rainbow  circuit
breezes waft took
go and shed at the edge
time
: I give coloure to flowers and butterflies, 
paint river wall
and stones

Wind continues wanderer
up across the city gates
paint sheet ideals, haute couture,
scarf, and a string of jewels

Wind still running 
I blow back colors on the curtains,
candles, paper flowers, and
a million poems
: I too want to fly
back home
but the rain has long subsided
turns, curved wistfully
but wheel rainbow there is now no ....

Agats - Asmat, March 26th, 2010