Purple Onion Skin

If I lay long enough

In direct sunlight 

then I just might 

remember how I’m meant to move and sway

It just might scorch and burn away 

A few more layers of

My paper thin and purple onion skin 

The ones I wrap my body in 

And label my identity 

But are no more a part of me 

At least I hear i can be turned into dye 

To color another 

They do the wildest things these days 

Things to occupy 

The many hours we must toil away

Things to lend some meaning 

To the urban sprawl and it’s decay 

Things to bring beauty and

Try to express the soul 

Things like they used to

A long time ago

And

isn’t life an act of remembering  :|| x4

And with sunlight on the outside 

of my eyelids

I see colors dance before me 

In the darkness

I see an organic pink 

And it reminds me I’m here

For just a flirtatious twinkling 

in the eyes of all that I hold dear 

That’s why I try, so hard :|| x2

But for all my tonics and tinctures 

I can’t seem to get it right 

That’s when, I turn 

Back into the light 

I crawl back to the earth 

the mother that I never knew 

I curl myself into her lap

And let myself be born anew 

And what birth 

Is without tears 

Were they in your eyes

All those years ago 

What did you know 

isn’t life an act of remembering :|| x3

Isn’t life an act 

In a grand old play

Let me liberate

Let me celebrate 

Let me dance and play

And isn’t life an act of remembering :|| x3

Isn’t life an act