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