I May Be Lavender

I may be lavender,

But I am strong.

I have descended to the wall-

even touched it-

And made it back to the living land.

I may be lavender,

But I burn red.

I have stared into the empty eye-socketed face,

And reached out,

Grabbing at the vacant air.

I may be lavender,

But I see you.

The twisted ball un-twining,

Desperately turning, explaining, excusing,

Re-knotting every time.

I may be lavender;

I know life.

Every intimate hue,

The circle, the story, the beating heart,

Rising up with each glorious, colour-filled

Blazing triumph of the sun.