Violet Dreams and Lavender

The clouds -on which angels stand Lurking and pursuing the rubble- Are directly above the human land, Whispering about some stubble; When they glimpse the scattered lavender. Tracing it becomes their task, Until they glanced a traveler Holding the flowers, veiled behind a cask. The angels were finally called for duty Striving to collect the traveler 's tears. They couldn't help but notice her beauty, Together with shreds of her lamenting years. She was whispering to them while sobbing: " O, angels above, I had a dream once, I dreamt I was a harpist, Performing in front of my loved ones. I dreamt life would be fair But I'm selling lavender for a living, There is no one else with whom to share- O, angels above, please be forgiving." By the time she was done reciting, They had filled a gallon of her tears, Her cravings- they were also writing, Determined to wipe all her smears. They took her tears to irrigate the human land, That grew into trees with lavender One of them stretched his hand; To seat a harp under. And suddenly the horizon twinkled, Because a star was made by the angels in the sky; To lead the girl to a tree -with her feelings mingled In order for her to see the harp lying under- with a sigh.