Lavender
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Birthing blooming flower
Of melancholy waters
Rain unto lavender
Of love twilight
The spread of enamored roses
Became the true rain a blooming beginning
Light behind the brushed
Of creation as before eyes
Light
We are light
Illuminating light
In and of twilight beauty
In the flowing home rose lavender
A place in which to April roam
Pacing memories as blooming love
When your eyes shine the very words
And, we, hand in hand paint imbreudly
The sunset of our burning hearts