Purple Hope

My poetry falls to the music of tears
To the rhythm of this ache inside me
I love you in unrequited reveries
I reach for you with empty hands
Palms up to receive, with infinite tenderness
The you that will never be mine.
If l thought...if
I would create my own language
One born of my red, beating heart
and my sad, purple hope...
Swallow my fears and let my butterflies free
And just tell you...
But you are a star away and I 
Do not dare.
Silently days turn into nights and
Silently I love you...
While you, unknowing, think I dream of others
Those ships have all gone
It is you
Oblivious, blind, beautiful you
My secret is held fast in a chain of whispered
Words you likely would not want to know

My poetry falls to the rhythm of tears
I remain silent
Alone