Thoughts of lavender

Peace, Love and Patchouli

The waves of lavender fill my mind,
searching for fresh air of a country day
glass walls surround the traveling soul
and the tourist angrily brushes by
on his way to nowhere fast.
The purple haze of violet days
easy carefree
breathing the atmosphere
of an uncluttered moment
of a day in the life.
Where do they come from
and where do they go,
fast fast the conveyor moves
and yet they still move faster,
I walk to the beat of time to kill
hours to pass
the big metal birds take off
flying higher and higher
till they reach the horizon of a cloud
unwinding spirals of white
disappearing from my view.
I dream then of lavender fields
the lovely blooms waving
clean and fresh
the scent of candles you like
the color of the heart
that’s missing you.

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