Lovers scatered on the floor
Stolen time
Stolen horse
Ride around the fragrant room
Flower in bloom
VIOLET
Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you
VIOLET
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
Violet plays
Violet plays
Through the window
Past the steering wheel
Beneath the knees
As the faithful kneel
Riding inter-cities on the train
At the edge
Of usual grey
Between the lines of poetry
In all the places spirits are seen
