Lavender

For my beautiful youth

She wraps a lavender branch ‘round her finger

Nothing in her eyes

But the shade of purple

Nothing in her mind

But the dreamy smell.

 

She is sitting in a lavender field

Purple clouds

Windy hill

Hair’s flying like a piece of silk

Swinging branches

Thousands flowers

Kiss her skin.

 

She weaves a lavender branch in her hair

A numb feeling rises in her heart

A flashback

A place she once called home

A man who always comes

Death

Is just the way things go

A place where she’s alone

A man who never comes

Back.

 

She is sleeping in a lavender field

Faithful purple

In her dream

She turns into a little stream

Melt into the lavender field

Little flowers keep on blooming

Never end

Faithful purple

Never fade

A man now always stays

In her lavender prayers.

 

 2012.