I am sweet as the grape vine from which I hang in the haze of morning’s dew.

I am the royalty in the robes of queens and I bring the beauty to the eyes of princesses as they lightly brush me upon their eye lids with a small trickle.

I am hard to define;

A mere blend of the red in love and blue in the calmness of heaven kissed clouds.

I bring joy to young girls as I smile through the eyes of butterflies and paint fresh kisses on the cheeks of boyfriends and grandfather’s shirt collars.

Purple is unique and it is I,

The undefined blend of furry and sadness when red hate mixes with the blueness in the dreary monotone of sorrow.

For I am a mix, blended. Intermingled with the beauty of both a robin and jay.

A unified mélange of the best of both worlds, all that is beautiful, all that is night, all that day.

Eternity in a haze.

The famous purple miasma. The majestic beauty of a petal, sailing in the wind of love…