Purple Even

In the pale purple even,
Where you poured your bitterness whole;
The cold burn caresses,
Your pale auburn stole.

In fading glamour, broken tides and passing days;
Passing langour, be what it may.
The west wind azure contrast laid;
Glimmers buried within fake awakes. 

In sweetest chorus, seeds of sorrow, 
Drink your humors deeply; bury and muffle.
Cast this stone, encased in infinite lanquer;
Finding spirit in languid laughter.

Until blithe sprites do return your cries,
Clench deeply, oh, longing golden orifice;
Go light, soothe welts of murky crows
To find brave wings unwrapped, unfold.