Violet

Lovers scatered on the floor
Stolen time
Stolen Horse
Ride around fragrant room
Flower in bloom

Violet

Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you

Violet

She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the science after violence
In the last light of day

Violet plays
Violet plays

Through the window
Past the steering wheel
Beneath the knees
As the faithfull kneel
Riding inter-cities on the train
At the edge
Of the usual grey
Between the lines of poetry
In all the places spirits are seen

Violet
VIolet