Blossoms of Lavender

Mauve lilac tracings flooded my senses

The flowers were laid gently against the quiescence
They blanketed the symphony of my soul
There was a haunting sprig of melody
There in the distance
A hint of crescendo
Painted a succulent horizon


Porcelain sky pouted with sad eyes
As I walked through the dripping lilac petals
So much unbearable pain
Clawing at my chest
Each day I wonder when
Unbearable is enough
And I can smell the lavender


There is the promise of your hug
There is the music of your poetry
And I of course desire your lips
It's just that my porcelain heart
Is buried in the mauve
I am in a state of decomposition
No good for rose colored lips