That purple glow of evening where
the light of day holds on with an iron grip
Before dying into twilight
where it is neither day or night.
That moment when the world holds its breath
Where lovers wait to kiss under moonlight
For others, it is the dying of the light
Alone, the night too long.
Wishing, hoping, they will find someone to kiss
To hold through the dark hours.
Dusk, that romantic moment
when you leap without thinking
propose to the wrong girl.
That purple glow like the full moon
can addle the mind.
It also holds great moments of magic
where you feel life was meant for you alone
You could leap tall buildings, tackle
Einstein’s equations, fly like Icarus.
If you fall under the spell of that purple hue
hold on to it…