Purple flamme

Acrylic on canvas.

6x16"

In a Purple Flame, poem that comes with the artwork

In a purple flame
with an amethyst name
held on the neck
just on the deck
it came with the hush of fireflies
with the ancient hum of old scriptures
wrapped in the twilight of memory

It arrived in spirals of light
like dancers with no feet
like dreams made of smoke
eyes open wide
not to be seen
but to seek the seer

In a purple flame
I am renewed
not returned
but transformed
repurposed to be mine
to be ours
to be kind
a kind one
one of a kind

The type that does not fold
under laws that were never written for us
the kind that grows wild
without needing permission
from the sterile halls of control

In the soil of myself
there is no room for rot
no welcome for the decadent feast
of a world that devours its children
and calls it progress
no appetite for maps
drawn by hands that never walked our path

In a violet flame
I see clearly
that there is no demise
only the soft turning of pages
only the path of a kind
a path that glows
sometimes purple
sometimes blue
and when the time is right
it will shine yellow too

I am not the flame alone
I am the fire’s memory
the match before the spark
the breath before the song
I am what ignites
and what rises
and what remains

In the quiet of this light
I walk
not to escape
but to return
to the self that was never gone
only waiting
in a purple flame