I Hear Lavendar

The sweet, solitary color

A distant, elder sister of my dreams

Confident and unique in your style and hue

A smooth lost melody

Singing on dawns forgotten

To the raw and stark black, white and gray of this time and place

You giggle and turn away

And hold your note

Loud and clear in a thin ribbon of sound

The cool drafts of a long ago reality

I bow to your beauty

And savor your forgotten song

Until you come again

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