Sunset in Cala Tarida, Ibiza, last night.
Am I awake or am I dreaming?
I ask myself these days not rarely..
Wondering mother nature’s magic’s beaming
Shining skies, glowing purple like majesty
Purple means mourning, they say
Yes, she mourns over world’s despair
On the brink of a beautiful new day
Finding her grief, too heavy to bear
On the way to new beginnings
The color purple says it all
Independent, while comprehending many things
She returns from Spring to Fall
A compassionate spirit and energy
Presented every day in abundance
Bringing justice, for all beings are free
Bringing wisdom to strong daughters and sons.
Purple my favorite