Purple Sky

New beginnings are always beautiful. I met a woman whose soul flew with the wind. She had shy eyes but a lively smile and she had no clue what the world had waiting for her. She didn’t know what she was deserving of, and that twisted my heart.

She stood next to someone who didn’t see worth.. only the basics in life. Her long dark strands of hair played on her shoulders while her dimples swam in her cheeks each time she smiled softly. I knew the beat of her heart while being across a room. The walking she did seemed uncomfortable at times, and running felt more liberating because in her life others chose to slow her down. Each morning the sun came out just for her… it craved to kiss her golden skin, but instead she laid next to a man who only brought her darkness. I looked into her dark brown eyes and felt her loneliness. I met her spirit the day she spontaneously detached herself from all the bad she latched onto.

The world kisses her feet when she walks now. When she runs her strides are free and light. The clouds hug her, the sun touches her softly and the trees only hum pretty sounds. Her smile illuminates the night and the moon forgets its purpose when she looks directly at it. It becomes shy and hides behind clouds because of her beauty. The laugh she laughs leaves humans mesmerized… the atmosphere listens to her voice and comes to life. Her heart beat is the greatest mystery. Her cheekbones forget their place from her endless smiling. The future looks like love, her heart feels like bliss. Her lips only speak of beauty and what I see is a pure soul. The day was yellow and the sky was purple when she came back to life. The wind rested and her hair fell comfortably on her back… she looked around and took a deep breath. She smiled at me, and I knew her new beginning would be beautiful. They always are…