Waves of Aubergine

Aubergine dreams
claim my soul
for they are deep
and filled with red & blue
pain and joy
which mix and fill me through & through
with so many words
that I must keep my silence
The aubergine dreams
which are my soul
purplelikeabruise
from bleeding on the inside
below the surface
and strong like royalty
a warrior princess draped in the power
of the jungle
I am crimson with passion, love, pain & rage
and tourmaline with sadness, calm & joy
and I might
not clothe myself in purple every day
but it is a visual rendition
of all I feel, think and say
Purple is power, sorrow, beauty and joy
and I am all these things and many more
For you have seen my lips stained purple
from blueberry kisses in summertime
like a little girl free to roam
And you have seen me trapped
in purple nightmares where I drown
in unwanted tears
And you have seen me don my violet mantle
And stand tall
Challenging the wind to knock me off a precipice
And make me fall
And you have seen me fly away
from purple bruises
which turned me black & blue
when my heart was shattered
and my soul seeped out and through
and you have seen my face in rapture
my indigo eyes in celestial reach
attempting to see beyond this world, and learning
many lessons I cannot teach
And you have witnessed my rage
and felt the anger shooting out
in blood-red bursts
of fear and rejection
when pain has overcome my gentle soul
and so you know that I will always
tread in waves of aubergine
somewhere deep inside of me
where they lurk unseen
and that I will perpetually
lay in fields of lavender
when I crawl back to shore
and don my violet mantle
as defense in times of war
And though I may trespass quietly
through fields of gold & green
My soul is ever-swimming
in waves of aubergine.

ily, 2002