the violet hour

the violet hour,

violins croon with the crows

oh, there’s sadness in the crimson

and the whitest whites i’ve ever known

a golden moon of a muse dances

but she’s light years ahead

hiding in waves of the violet hour

where i can’t go just yet

all the freckles of the city are alive

while ruby and sapphire of the violet hour

say farewell to the seas and houses

leaving last letters, last words

hearts drawn across weather

we all wear crowns of a tower

and across the ever caving echoes,

we’ll meet again at the violet hour

-LS