Purple Dust

 From meltdown to meltdown

To ashes to ashes

The dust piles and becomes part of a forgotten dune

Stepped on and erased

The happy feet of the child

Run through the last evenly spread colours

Destroying viciously the third eyes

Onlookers must applaud and giggle now

The further the dust goes into the corner

Makes it not less the dust or more strong

Perhaps, only lost within the rubble

The trouble doubles

Toils...and you know the rest

I got my bangs to hide that I don't stand a chance.

I'm the spirit of my hair

It's all the glory that I'll ever bear?

Or will I be something more?

Something at all?

Something more than just revolving dust

Yearning and hoping and praying for the star

Light and rainbow

Safe or simply out of reach?

The colour purple is the most difficult to see

Hell, most languages don't have a word for it

Nature makes it hide

Behind the bright blues

And the Omnipresent orange and raging reds

Gone to the green or the grey

Never mind

Purple is dusted and sneezed out

Royally sneezed

And made squeeze into smaller cracks still

Till the violins and the kaleidoscopes

Blur out the senses

Perhaps purple purrs itself to pity

Synonymous with distasteful?

More than just what Walker said

Or exactly what she meant

Stomp stomp stomp

The dust settles

And then blow it away

Wind through the willows of the wild whispers and wails

Carrying the dust particle

Sandstorm and all added for extra drama

Whirls and swirls - icecream icecream Icecream