Lavender is the smell of home
Of home when my mom is there
When it is most like a haven
Lavender is the smell of the nurse’s office
I had drawn a constellation on the bed frame
A star for every morning spent there.
Lavender is the smell of my good memories
Of someone giving me a purple flower
Believing I could get past the fear
Lavender is the smell of them being right
Streams of colour
In constant motion
showing shades of beauty hidden
Powered by the wind
As it caresses the river of scent
Gently, softly, lovingly
And moves through the rows
Never stopping, always moving
Following the wind
in a Sensual scented sea of colour
you took me
to a lovely garden
and told me i was beautiful
you kissed my hair
just as the sun rose
the intensity of our lost love
every crevice of me
you were my infinite stars
cast on the midnight terrain
you lit up the world
just for me
a sweet scent of lavender
permeated through the garden
it was the thousands of lilacs
blooming for me
you kissed my hair
a sweet scent
to caress me
Warm laundry gives me the
fuzzies, makes my hands grasp
majestic purple soaps
to cleanse away the dirty wails
compacted under fingernails
A selection of smell good things
lotions accompanied by fuzzy things
to rub away and radiate the aura
of calm, balance, and tranquility
Lavender is condusive to many
different uses, inhaling the graces
of herbal essence, soothing said coolings
inducing mood peelings of layers of grime
a skin liberative—figuratively speaking
Flowers of passion brew thoughts into actions
silent buds permeating scents
so invigoratingly innocent
In this dream I stand in a lavender field. My subconscious has always liked pale purple best.
In the other dream lilac and lavender aren’t the same colour.
In this dream there are scratches on my neck from all the times I tore my own throat out to prevent the words from spilling out of my mouth.
In the other dream I say the words out loud.
In this dream I write down all the words that do make it out. I use pencil and leave the paper out in the sun to fade.
In the other dream the gray doesn’t pale fast enough.
In one dream I am asleep, in an other dream I am awake.
Tell me about your lavender eyes and your vanilla hair.
Tell me about you sandalwood smile and coal black stare.
How does the rain wash away your hatred for other so easily?
But the soft breeze in the summer fuels your fire?
Tell me about your wandering mind and your benevolent heart.
Tell me about your gypsy spirit and harnessed passion.
How does the ocean calm sadness so easily?
But the autumn smell makes you cry in the night?
Can you tell me why it's so easy to fall for you but so hard to make you stay?
Lavender sunset fills western sky
Crickets starts to sing their song.
As twilight fades into night shades,
I am utterly surrounded by God's love.
In darkest colours I see distant lightning,
And His love is all around me...
I am reminded of that from another,
A bloom of encouragement.
Even in the darkness now,
I remember by yon rose.
Lavender sunset and
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