Violet

I heard a sound that would awaken a sleeping tree,
stirring completely an aching cry in the souls that be.
Familiar, yet estranged in chapters that don’t line up
and seasons that have not yet changed.

I felt a sound that would awaken a lost soul,
in search of meaning, yearning cries across her bow.
Familiar, yet estranged in footsteps past doors
and cords that danced in violet autumn rain.

I saw a sound dripping soft paint of lilac dreams,
leaving footprinted petals of white and emerald green.
Unfamiliar, but threaded in tones and bellows
through time, shared secrets, bedfellows.

The sound vibrated to the core of the collective, me,
invited, permission granted, into the unknown, unseen.
Familiar, yet estranged in dreamy memories worn down by time
and voices that echo in yours, in mine.