What is this, this purple day?
Caught in the infinites of time.

The silent buzzing of human bees,
Skimming the country, pollinating.

A field of dreamflowers,
Of sacred faces that melt into a sad sea.

What is this, this purple day?
A twilight lit horizon.

Where the moon and the sun set at the same time.
Where there is no sun at all.

The last shack by the railroad track,
That disappears into the sunlessset.

What is this purple day?
Oh magnificent, deep, purple day.

A picture lost in a picture,
Wings lost in the sky.

Who am I?
What is this?
Purple day...

frank