Purple Sky Poem by David Irvine

Rippling from beyond an infinite place,
There seems to be room for an ultimate space.
Miles high,
Beneath the sky.
Lashings of purple fire build the tower of rounded shapes.

Coupling oranges of clashing toxicity,
Yet the simplicity fills awaiting eyes with Enigma.
Trying to understand the suns cast of light.
Filling empty minds with the splashes of purple sky.

Walking beyond, through and over the grassy hills of Norfolk.
The canvas stretches,
Around all who stare, absorbing the creation of the purple lake
Guiding all home
Time becoming late
The purple sky only shows with debate.

The sun must be in the right state,
As the shapes collide and let the photons dissipate,
Lashings of purple fire
Desire,
A story to tell
All who awaits.