Violet - BrainStorm

Lovers scatered on the floor

Stolen time

Stolen Horse

Ride around fragrant room

Flower in bloom

Violet

Like a sigh to my naked eye

But my eyes are not shy

I want to see you

Violet

She comes softly like a breeze

Like a ghost

Falling leaves

Like the science after violence

In the last light of day

Violet plays

Violet plays

Through the window

Past the steering wheel

Beneath the knees

As the faithfull kneel

Riding inter-cities on the train

At the edge

Of the usual grey

Between the lines of poetry

In all the places spirits are seen

Violet

VIolet