Violet
Light's shiest color,
hugging the corner
of our visible world,
only one step away
from slipping out of reach
of our eyes.You colored the eyes
of Liz Taylor, the petals
of the tiny wild flower
that bears your name. It
sits low on the lawn.
Almost out of sight
like your short wave
at the end of human
visual capacity,We see you soft, demure,
delicate, but human eyes
can't look upon the ultra-you.
A blinding light
with killing capabilities.
