On a Lightning Edge with Bob Dylan
Somewhere between the sun’s
burnt-orb fall and evening’s
blackened toll, we saw freedom
slip inside midnight’s door.
Thunder flashed,
purple streaks,
shook our windows,
and rattled walls.
Lightning fingers, violet pearls.
We saw night’s dark eyes
wild a wolf as ever did fight.
Our tongues were broken
when freedom flashed.
This purple light,
how does it feel.
How does it feel to be
purple and on your own.
for dverse “Synesthesia #2” inspired by & phrases found in CHIMES OF FREEDOM and other song lyrics by Bob Dylan © Misky 2020
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