Wear Purple

Six years ago, I imagined myself lying dead on the bathroom floor.

That image passed from me long ago.

I don't know much anything at all,

but this I do know:

"When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case

And you're dreaming of a better place,"

Think of the purple lilies,

think of the rich, golden-honey sunsets,

think of the overnight metamorphosis,

think of the expensive gourmet coffee,

think of the people you smile at in line,

think of the tender touch soon to come,

think of the ornate skeleton of snow,

think of the love made for your name,

think of those vivid dreams just before waking,

think of those who look up love in the dictionary,

think of how lost they must be,

think of the treasures you call yours,

think of moonlit walks on white shores,

think of golden talks in the midnight,

think of the twin you've never met before,

think of all the grandchildren yet to hold,

think of cold, soft hands,

think of laughter falling like leaves,

think of where your genie could be hidden,

think of the stars, and the way they wink at you,

think of summertime, when time is yours,

think of the places you yourself will choose to go,

think of the exotic animals and plants you'll eat,

think of the docks you'll walk at dusk,

think of all the secret places you'll discover,

think of who you purposely won't tell,

think of the family you'll hide in there,

think of their faces grinning at your wisdom,

think of their heads nodding at your hardships,

think of how they'll drink your salty tears,

think of the morning after the darkest night,

think of the way your cereal tastes damn sweet,

think of how brushing your teeth feels worthwhile,

think of how you look in the mirror,

think of how no one will ever be able to hurt you,

think of how that was then and, ultimately,

this is now, and now can never be forever,

and think of how, somewhere down the line,

It Gets Better.