The lavender love

In the haze away let me reside once again

Into the gripping beauty beyond thy flowers

Of dryness demise and darkness

And the deeper mystery of fervor.

From the beats of a hunting falcon

I heed the secrecy you left behind the battle,

I invite the warmth of thy hands

To the convivial viaduct of the west.

The crusaders of light are near my Phoenix

To steal the ashes that once blamed the verve

Of compelling desires to flee with the west wind

To the lavender gardens of inflammable wishes.

Now I stand alone in my final destination

With whispers of faltering hope

Against the nightmares of stranger departs

Of ‘foolish admirer’ of account,

It’s the lavender love!