poetry:// a lavender serein...

a lavender serein...

What I miss is that sweet scent... that sweet french lavender
creole mixed with Tennessee Rain.
since you left... even without a cent to part with come rent,
now that my heart is without a home,
I would have pitched a tent...
but there is no shelter without you.
since you left me alone during a lavender serein.

What I miss is you... for what I miss I discovered in you...
what I know in me is that we should never be apart...
but since you left me in misty rain
standing with legs bent praying determined like a Mantis near its prey...
for you to be mine.
Saying, Hey Miss five foot nine in cajun sandals...
since you left I've been missing life...

What I miss is my nose near the nape of your neck,
as I brushed your hair aside
when I sneaked up on you from the back and landing a wet kiss
melting to weakness in the knees...
I want you back, please baby don't hide...
you know I tried and I cried... should never have rushed.
since you left I felt I died
standing on this fragile ground beyond these shifting sands.
I would stand some more in the rain if I could,
but I'm slowly sinking down...

during a lavender serein

What I miss is my refuge,
your were to me an oasis of serenity amidst much chaos.
where ever you run to I wish you that peace you gave to me...
even while Tennessee Rain fade into a soft misty serein...
my love still serenades your memory at sunset with an undesirable's Blues.
In mourning while holding a lavender valentine
stamped in Memphis with return to sender.
I stand still and silent in this misty fine rain
after the sun has set with lavender turning blue,
I surrender to losing you... during a lavender serein.

What I miss is our Tide...
that early gravitational attraction of moon and sun on water and earth as
natural as death is to life and Isis is to Osiris...
forming a divine Oneness... where me and you fade,
melting into a space where all Life has not a beginning nor an end...
in one word, Love.

What I miss is our connecting Souls...
united in our love, death, and resurrection...
Love, this unity personified as the living breathing
self-renewing vitality and fertility of our spirit.

What I miss is just process of living the experience itself... I even miss the pain and the tears, for pain is that blessed stinging sensation of a needle pricking a paralyzed soul like mines... yes I miss that pain the most for that is the Grace of living... if you can feel the pain the paralyzation of fate and fear ends and walking on faith begins... for as we struggle, we also survive.

during a lavender serein...