Lavender Love



streaking Citroen raising dust, a trail left floating
speckled sunlight reflecting, through gentle sloping valleys
rising, ascending
upwards, colliding with the sun
it sparks, as eyes adjust, descending down
a site beheld
beauty so sublime
thrones of loneliness on stems
as far as one can see
its purple haze upon this earth
intoxicating royalty
swelling eyes that weep
a never-ending flow of lavender
to and fro, swaying with the breeze, at ease
choreographed by the gods
to inspire, Aphrodite’s love
the universe momentarily halts
as the fragrance consumes
with such a force
it takes off
shades of purple hues from dark to light
high above they wave
to this visitor from another place and time
au revoir, mercie de votre visite

Ax

7 thoughts on “Lavender Love

  1. My cousin has a Citroën like this. Took me on a tour of Rome, Italy standing up through the open top, pointing out the various sites while driving. My first introduction to driving in Rome. Wonderfully crazy.

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