The Purple Sky

The Purple Sky How long must I labor in this hot, blazing sun? I feel like a prisoner and there's no where to run Earth's clinking and clanking gets on my nerves It's much more than a prisoner deserves When darkness falls slowly in my room And the night sky is in bloom Diamonds are sparkling on velvet black Shooting stars dive. Earth's under attack Luminous moon casts shadows on my wall And shadow people begin to call Familiar voices ring in my ear Remembered voices I hold so dear "Come home, come home, how long must you serve? This is more than you deserve Long we have waited for your return When will the council on you adjourn?" Leaning back in my easy chair My charkas open and all aware My breathing becomes deep and slow Now I am almost ready to go A long white tunnel beckons me I slip from my body easily Not looking back I bound for the sky Hoping my home world soon draws nigh There it is. Glorious purple orb I fill my eyes. I must absorb As much of her beauty as I can My home, my home, my Dianne I sit amidst her fair flowers Taking in her beauty for hours and hours Here on a high, majestic hill And the purple sky is still Out of the misty, purple hue Comes a figure dressed in brilliant blue His countenance shines with blinding gold He calls me son and his arms enfold All of me in his embrace He looks me squarely in the face And speaks with a commanding air He tells me I must not despair I listen intently to his words In the background are twittering birds Sounds of water over rock and rill And the purple sky is still I leave my beautiful, purple home Vowing to come back and never roam My heart and eyes with Dianne I fill Where the purple sky is still. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)