Violet Cloud

Violent cloud, hear me loud;
sleeping on a street so cold.
My only want is you, to hold
and you can be my violet cloud.

It's grey, and gunfire despairs
and rage, in their fiery glares.
You, my dragon of the night
take me, somewhere far from there.

Yet, still the violence leaks
into the cloud where angels speak,
but violet air will kindly guard,
and softness finally lets me sleep.

As if the womb is where I lay
safe from violence, cold, and grey,
dark, usually I fear deepest
is my friend but for today.