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Twilight at the beach holds all the beauty I can know
Sky and water merge in indigo
A woman walks the shore alone, holds shells
as hollow as her heart, lined in indigo
Summer air alive with rain offers grace
in bows of light, edged in indigo
Footbridge floats, a graceful arc, above a lilied lake
Petals pierce the muted greens, spears of pink and indigo
Mountain sunset mirrored in a river rippling gold
Fading fire lights icy indigo
Deepest hue, beyond blue, brings enduring solace
I search for wholeness, find the well, its waters indigo
I pluck white petals til they are not
Reciting, "she loves me, she loves me not"
Tiny dazzling rock, yellow circles of gold,
A vow of yes, "yes," she said, "why not?"
One by one white petals, plucked, falling,
We adore each other, we tie the knot.
Giggling, gleeful, gorgeous, she is born, pink
and new, we love her so, how could we not.
Brown haired girl, grown, our love plucked out,
attracted no longer, love holds us not.
The last white petal, it plucks a lonely tear,
after these many years, she loves me not.
You say "this herb," making reference of lavender
While docking in her hair's essence of lavender.
For her it is the one flower of forgetting,
Where she seeks your effacement through lavender.
Before the bottom river's pockets of reeds uproot,
Gather your kin, share the reminisce of lavender.
Absolve nothing; declare your body was forged
By stars, birthing with the eminence of lavender.
Which of the senses gently nudges . . . taste, touch?
Sight binds you to the lit candescence of lavender.
She leaves without giving her name, and I say
This is not so, she leaves the scent of lavender.