You can be anything but blue

Today I think I’ll be the color purple …
Not green or yellow or red …
Why purple?
Because it feels like a purple kind of day.
 
I’ll flow like a long purple stroke on an endless canvas …
Without any beginning or end …
You may ask, if I have no beginning where did I come from?
From the master painter’s pallet and brush, of course …
 
I have no idea where this purple thing might take me …
It is only one color in this multi-colored world …
I know that I’m being woven into some eternal tapestry …
And each day I’m just a little more complete
 
Maybe it will lead me to my butler’s ice cream face …
To me, she tastes like blackberries …
It is all something of some magical rhythm …
I’m hoping that the love in our eyes will catch.
 
So, are you with me?
Today what color do you want to be? (You can be anything but blue.)
Believe me, it will be like coming home to meet a long-parted friend …
Sort of a special surprise.
 
I love you,
 
Annie