Let me walk through fields of lavender
where stillness forms a heavy-scented shroud
of fragrant sorrow. How shall I endure
the dullness of these skies, thick with cloud,
now seeded with the sweetness of divine breath?
I did not choose this place of death;
your dreadful doe-eyed gaze now chills my blood.
By your command alone, I’ll lay myself
within a handmade coffin hewn of redbud,
die, and rest my soul’s eternal wealth—
an offering on the altar of this earth—
expiring one last farewell, one final sigh,
before sweet lavender shall reminisce
my sin, and life shall then be done.
Will you mete out loving kindness to the one
who greets you with a kiss?
where stillness forms a heavy-scented shroud
of fragrant sorrow. How shall I endure
the dullness of these skies, thick with cloud,
now seeded with the sweetness of divine breath?
I did not choose this place of death;
your dreadful doe-eyed gaze now chills my blood.
By your command alone, I’ll lay myself
within a handmade coffin hewn of redbud,
die, and rest my soul’s eternal wealth—
an offering on the altar of this earth—
expiring one last farewell, one final sigh,
before sweet lavender shall reminisce
my sin, and life shall then be done.
Will you mete out loving kindness to the one
who greets you with a kiss?
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