Purple Weekend

Cinnamon stick tea and fine weekend wine…

Sitting in the garden burning purple



of you my sweet….

Writing this, mind sketching greater works… still to come!

All of a sudden,

a blow from the South Atlantic High,

Clouds flee, rays break through… Nature’s loving!

Still something is missing,

Maybe it’s you…

the inspiration to this piece….

If only I could whisper into your ear…

face to face.


I absorb it all, inhale some more,

drop down and do fifty more — push ups!

… remember us?

Those good times?

Smile baby — look up!

Pick up these scattered pieces from our broken hearts.

Put them back together, so that instead of being apart like Saturday & Sunday,

We come together as One Weekend…

…in the end.



© Heath Muchena, 2013

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