Real Life Real Faith May Issue | Page 8

PURPLE RAIN REFLECTIONS OF
OUR SOUL MUSIC PROVIDER
Cries of love to the Purple One
Standing
in the
should give
Godshadows
glory. of purple love
Blame
it on
the rain
whoever
reads
this

All I can do now is stand in the purple rain

My prayer is that

article has learned
something
Blame
it on and
the sun
hopefully will be able to
apply it to their
Blames on anyone
everyday lives. Be
blessed

When all purple hearts blame it on a
funky divide of why you’re gone
It don’t matter

Shades of a million guitar solos rain down
sheeting affections on our soul-limbs
dancing into the winds of lost time beats
The rock and soul and pop you found
and drove home inside us
The ones you brought back and kept alive
Pieces of us sentimentally drifting in keys
changes
Your highs and low voice, they echo into
purple blackness
Without you, we are turntables with no
records to play
Your jams of the years kept us feeling
submerged to the roots of stableness
You, The Artist Formally Known As a soulsurvivor
We float along in your music as if… you’ll
found us deserted and revived us each
time the music died
Upright looking to see skies of searing
notes
We got downright with you rising to
better days, as music from your vaults
escaped

The electrostatic discharge would center
of us and leave thunder clapping inside
as heartbeats
We all felt, phenomenal and afterward
the feeling was, climate change to sunny
and bright

In the end, relationships

Thoughts of your groove raining purple
blues and Purple solace

To remember You live You set fires

The beat and groove you put down is here
forever, and all the screams you lifted to
the purple sky keeps floating, and that is
all we need to know
You’re on one side of the purple waterfall,
and we wait on the other side
We awake from a drowning sleep; voices
sing, “You’re still here, and here comes a
brighter day at Erotic City.”
One Purple rainy wish
To keep hearing you as we make love
Your ballads told us to,

And, it will be well worth the wait
For the next song and it could be the
same song, but it’s your song
The Purple clouds, they blurrier my sight,
but I can dream clearly
Because you are so bright, you’re a star
You can part the musical clouds
Your purple rain is sweet
With you, we can push the purple blues
flow away from our hearts and wait…
But without you
Sunshine and blue skies become grey
Leaving us singing,
I Would Die For You

Embrace lovers and hold them forever
Swim against the current of the perfect
storm fake music made from computers
Yet your music was love and live with real
instruments
Spiritually and physically
To have the rhythm of many, many and
much more will come of your songs and
how you performed them, it’s a warm
rain, a warm fire, a glass of the fruit of the
vine, and slow dance
One love
Together we partied and it was lightning
strikes

To drown out the noise of cries of you’re
gone to soon
We turn players to repeat and hold tight,
long into the night
Standing in the purple rain
We wait…under a parasol of a purple
soul-shelter
Holding tight remembering and looking
ahead as we drop the needle on your
33/13 speed purple soul
© Alvin L. A. Horn