A Lavender Dream

Hear poem read here: https://youtu.be/8uJiIOwE24c

Blossoming fields of lavender.

Endless acres of aromatic sights

soothes away
escalating
crippling, yes, debilitating mental frights

brought upon mankind's flesh

creeping its skins
in global darkness
before a glorious burgeoning
brilliant light.

As seen,

veils which float behind rushing brides
serene

and ships that sail away from tranquil azure shores

sparkling as diamonds gleaming on fingers entwined in happifying swing

after grooms had bent nervous knees
even before tall gladiolus blooms
to humbly implore... May I marry your daughter

Forevermore?

Before

metamorphosis in reverse

after a honeymoon
and behind closed doors

when selfishness instills hatred
and no longer does love

motives

mercifully explore.

Tasmania devils--ferocious handsome he's or beautiful she's, even ordinary persons, be.

Traveling, together, lonely... Searching for various horizons expansive and unseen.

Couples, now believing they're held as eternal prisoners in iron-lungs of Divine
'holy' matrimony... Ticking away seconds, their promised 'happily ever after' fantasies,

now debauched
and screened privately

to the other mate's
demean.

Either forced to perform
'unseemly' while internally screaming

or relegated
to realities'

lack

in 'hum-drum' daily
abject misery.

Only days, weeks, months,...

not even many full moons
hung

to begin to establish a rhythm like waves
gently lapping feet strolling with ease

or riding a bicycle built for two
struggling happily despite difficulties
with 'niceties' said to each other--

Thank you and please.

Loveless,
their routine travels
on humanities tragic common seas.

Zombies amidst nightmares
making night-sweats

twisting away from once luxurious conjoined limbs.

Now pulsating
anger

or languishing
balled bodies
into small

tight,
troubled and mean.

But, if allowed a refining,

like when lavender flowers,

which too require time and skill,
to become perfumes
with internationally glorious appeal.

Squeezed out
for a moment from mind

tender thoughts

when pressured into greatness
by stills bought
to extract essentials

through carefully boiling their petals
or pressing the fruits' peels

after submerged in water.
All undesirable particles tossed or killed.

Processed twice to obtain oils and flower waters
in quality yields.

Then nightly pleasantries inspired
to more than recall delicious short squeals.

Sweet exquisite
seeing, tasting, touching
under lavender bushes and a billowy sky

stalks swaying
gently pushing a tear from one's eye
as sounds of a symphony caused by winds reveal

a tenderness sought and found
among creation

in our earthly surrounds.

For a Creator of our marvelous senses
delights to expound
the best way of living
to keep his children
eternally sound

in an atmosphere of love and happiness.

In a world
to return to safe and clean
where hospitality and generosity
globally abound.

And marriage mates
work to maintain
undivided attention

for each other
continually
loyal to remain.

Lovingly

not dutifully
to captivate

from a spirit of darkness
wickedly insane and horrid deemed.

As they stand as 'one'
sensually
equally

mesmerized

In a Lavender Dream.

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"And your own ears will hear a word behind you saying,

“This is the way. Walk in it,” in case you should go to the right or in case you should go to the left." Isa. 30:21.