yes, I will wear purple,
          have white hair
          and wear my glasses
          while sipping tea,
          and there shall
          be wine at the
          required time, half past today

This is a gorgeous poem, Karilea...I missed it the first time, so I'm glad you re-posted it.  The white haired lady wearing purple reminds me of my late mother in law.
She had the world's biggest collection of purple earrings, purple clothes and everything else purple that you can think of.
She even had purple luggage....and she had white hair and glasses.
She would have loved this poem.

~ purple hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

Kari darling sister of my heart, you know there’s a place within each of us, and perhaps because we write it is closer to the surface of us here in PiP’s, but it’s in us all, that place where dreams merge with images of what might have beens and possibly. Where the future and the past merge into written sighs of agreement and a whispered yes. This is the place that your writing takes me too. This is the place of hearts sighs and souls ache, where shadows whisper secrets and pain throbs in echo. Where thoughts trip across my sigh and I can speak to this breath of how inside.

What I’m trying to say darling heart is your writing carries me to the place of inspiration where I find the words I need to write my soul. I love this absolutely divinely written art form. Your writing is utterly utterly perfect and I love it utterly

And YOU knew I'd say that didn't you?

Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy
        

Breathe through the heat of our desire
Thy coolness and they balm
Let sense be dumb let flesh retire
Speak through the eathquake wind and fire
Oh