Purple

My favorite color to hear from you is purple
but lately I don't hear that color
I hear bright reds, blacks, and dingy browns
I feel magenta, soft hughes of grey, and a tich of yellow
Amber blobs and sharp cutting edges of clearness
shooting from you and well I'm not an artist
but I will tell you this...I miss the purple

Camp Fire

in its emblazoned heat
every emotion is felt
the feirce cold in my heart
sitting here begins to melt

as I watch you placing logs
building a teepee of wood
i take a moment to reflect
on all that is good

then the fire begins to leap
and rears its ugly face
most choose to simply move
i stay rivited in my place

for i'm enamored by its beauty
i'm enthralled by the light
so captured by its grace
memories stirred by its sight

Remember

The best laid plans fail
The most sacred memories fade
And even when you least expect it
Towers crumple before your eyes

...but

Patriotism with bind souls
Remebrance will sear hearts together
And even though the world is ugly
Love still conquerors all