PURPLE PREROGATIVE

Like a stringless kite high
Amongst the drifting light
Clouds, I yearn in Golden
Suspense for time to come
When I shall be free!!!

Freedom from assertiveness of
The head to seek asylum in the
Meek wisdom of the tender heart!
I hope in faith Divine but ask
When shall I be free?

A time shall come I know
When my feet shall touch
The purple skies and my lips
Shall bless the green Earth,
Maybe then I shall be free!!!

(Original poem composed by @onos-steve 10am October 22 2020)