Scorpio Skies

I hear the sound of every one of my Love's voices in these tunes,
Sometimes I hear them speaking the words of others, directly to me.
It's nights where the dark poet's skies,
Like the one this very night,
When all done 'wrong' is made 'right',
And it came a round, full circle;
And I., finally inspired,
Realize,
That everything is purple.