Papal purple, velvet purple, split purple sky where my lady leaks
How can these purple Lavender be so royal that you call them Majesty?
Steely sky growing a million of fruits hanging on the sorrowful clouds.
But the smooth calm sea became disturbed, a cold breeze giving me chills.
Waves fighting with their bubbled swords,
Where you can sit, talk and listen to their advice forever.
Lights cut out into golden cereals into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose.
Purple lightening rippled in the air nearby remind me of your eyes, that love at first sight.
Never thought it would turn the sea into bloody dark swamps where bodies are drowning.
Andromeda shining alone in this empty universe,
Can’t I join you in this paradise and be a Milky Way?
This is my last melody floating on my third drink tonight.
