Lavender.

Pervading sweetly throughout the air...
A sweet aroma lingers like old memories,
The whispers of her gentle, brooding voice...
Answers to the call of my darkest reveries.

Felicity hid amidst her smile,
Angelic grace beckoned by her stride.
A perfect glow of aura black...
Seeping from her coloured robe.

Such ecstasy never poorly ingrained.,,
The sensations inside never revealed.
Bursting from ewe dream-wrought fascinations.
Are a soul's emotions stitched and sealed.

Who knows what lies behind such tapestries...
Of effortlessly blown beauty by delicate stroke,
Of the tempest winds that storm my days...
Of a settling gale I struggle to find?

No cease to the chills she wracks down beneath,
Or everlasting curiosity.
But a flurry of fathomless infatuation...
Belittling scarce vitality.

And now, I have offered a vow of silence.
To wash my hands of mis-shed blood.
Scars embedded, down, dark, and deep...
Dried upon the cloth in my palms.

A lavender sheath is all she left.
And all the fabric of our means...
And all we stitched into the grooves,
And all she lay worn into my heart.

For time has long tainted our sultry remnant.
And hours poorly wash the tint away.
I wish for the drops, as if of my own thirst...
To keep the fade of our love at bay.

So sorrowful, that I may choose...
To let this desire lack behind...
To falling heaviness of argentic tears,
Caught fast between the silky lines.

Woe unto the inhibition...
That always seeks to swallow her.
A minute speck among a violet maelstrom.
A hidden flower...

Lavender.