Purple

I dreamt of purple last night.

It was the color of the last rays of light as the darkness claims the winter sky.

It was deep and vital, blood fresh from a vein.

It meant everything, passion, trust, need and security.

In the black of night, it was the answer to all my questions.

But now in the white of day, I am left with but one more question.

Are you fucking nuts? It’s just a color!