Lavender

-I had heard stories of other worlds,

Passed down tales of visited lands,

The waves of those stories moved me,

Like the waves that paint my sky.

-To venture or remain boxed?

Watching the boxes stack gets old,

Rebuilding takes time,

Time was up and I was gone.

-I began to leave and head up,

To the top of the waves,

To the heaven of air,

To my new life.

-As I arose an energy filled my body,

I was met by a source,

And reentered a new self,

The source unfolded itself in front of me.

-The purple hue of the bud faded,

Into the green tube of the stalk and leaves,

The bud had just begun to crown,

Till that fateful blue rain came.

-The lavender colored creature was crippled,

A sight that could embody the fragileness of life,

If the onlooker were to head that way,

But my sails were pointed elsewhere that day.

-Once the blue rain came I knew,

I can float just fine,

I just won’t stand for that game they play,

Trying to breath under water.

-The sun was my grand entrance a top the tide,

My home below me and a new source above,

Looking to the distance I see a place to rest,

Rolling hills of those lavender creatures,

can you smell them?