Purple

Alexandria

You Emerged From the Glass Vial 

Waving your Aura.

Serendipitously or Not;

Who Knows

Who Wants To Know Either?

 

All I See Is You

Lie on A Void Canvas Like A Mermaid,

Wrapped In Grandiose Purple, Hair To Tail;

Just Like Magic.

 

The Drawn Art through Magic Splash

Is Portraying a Watery Image

I Hope Is More than

My Mere Imagination

On The Barren Canvas.

But I Am Stroking

My Wooden Paintbrush

Soaked In Your Elixir

On The Traces You Left Behind. 

 

I May Not Be

A Great Artist Who Leaves 

A Piece of Charm In

The Art itself to Break Free.

Do I Have To Be Great Either?

I am a Spirit Who Breathes Free

In the air of poetic imagination.

So, I Shall Carve the Magic

Of Enchantment That Came From

The Glass Vial And 

Kissed me poetically. 

 

Cause Alexandria

You may be covered in magic; In mystery. But

You Matter.

You Matter To Be Told.

You Matter To Be Shown.

Not In Exhibitions

But on my sole Canvas to be Drawn;

To Be Drawn!