Sunken Violet

A symphony style, playing a song
Tell me a tale and I'll sing along
A shimmering shine of beautiful blue
The sky fades to violet and I tremble, it's true.

With eyes like a river and a voice like a storm
Your thunderous thoughts will disrupt the norm
Spin me around and don't let me go
I'll fly off the handle and land in the snow.

Purples and blacks and greens and yellows
Bruising and gone, not a great fellow
My swift feet are stilling on cold tile floor
I'm unsure of how to earn myself more.

Unwritten is original, committed is done
Your sunken violet and my rose are one
Lift me and toss me and promise me time
This is the ending of a simply-odd rhyme.