Lavender Whispers

Lavender whispers of fortunes and plans
Stretched out across the floor
Newspapers and magazines,
Letters and notes,
Pages and pages from journals,
Paving the way for some lost tranquility
Accelerating into space, transcending time
With crowded air, but on my own.
There is beauty within those connected shapes,
The contours of those words
That record of many shades behind and in-between.
A flower laughing, the sky crying,
The trees dancing among these pages
Streched out across the floor
They are crystals in a safe, kept in dark corners
For keepsake, I take them out to admire
But quickly lock away, only to see
That the forest is dead and dry, waiting for a sign.
And so I sit, and light a match.