In the mornings I rise
Writing before dawn about last night
Satisfied when I have seen the fuchsia sun,
Rising from earth to sky to cover me,
To see my purple buds bloom.
So if your having that feeling again
Of these days and and years, needing a lift,
Remember you are rich in love,
And you have nothing left to fear.
I’m all curled up in the scent of you
And the way it hangs in the air
Even long after you’ve gone.