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Lavender and Lace

I awaken to the woodland scent 
of a favored fragrant herb.

Its aroma transcends nocturnal bliss
and then softly seeks so gently to kiss
the distant lingerings in my mind.

Of a cherished place where I had laid
embraced warm in a lavender field
and was but long loved 
by its strong perfumes
so fragrantly released.

Overfilling my heart 
and infusing my mind
with all earthly bodily pleasures due
Its overwhelming possession of my sensibilities
its passions hence do hold my senses close
as an all encompassing lover 
that it doth still now consume.

Its intoxicating signature fragrance,
like no other that hereby exists
The most vivid contemplation of Indigo,
that one could have ever seen
Infusing its heady oils upon my much younger memory 
and an older and much sweeter tryst.

The palest shades of those lavender flowers remembered
each blossom a sweet sachet
Eternally to be engrained upon my mind
the heady confections of that day 
to be forever missed.

The most complementary plumes of color, 
that before I'd ever had met
Stretching toward the horizon's backdrop
a blanketed sea 
a gently moving ream
A natural artistic composition of heady lavender
composed of surreal artistic color.

A palette holding court over the opposing values 
and yet very complementary hues
of lovely, lovely lavendar
and wonderful planetary greens.

And if I ever were a bride to be, 
I would desire to marry among the flowers
My sun kissed hair would be loosely worn,
 its wildness framing my upturned face

In a field of the world's most ethereal scents, 
a regal vison in colored lace showers,
Surrounded by a heaven 
of millions of happily scented blooms.

In an outdoor cathedral of fragrant herbal spears
the lovliest of earthly rooms.

I would share my love, 
of my beloved and with my beloved 
for all whom by their presence cared.

I would unite with my love to be right there
I would unite with my love to be
for all to witness as I promise you forever
for all to witness our solemn vows
above a cloud of perpetual lavender 
amongst the waves of those purple seas.

In Lavender and Lace 
I would marry my love
I would marry my love to be.


(December 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

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