Between Florals Of lavender Is Where I Belong

By Varsha Ravivenkatesh

Horizonless meadows of elegant lavender

the amethyst bulbs of soft floral envelopes

their serpentine edges grazing my cracked skin

bringing life into my rusted veins

The blooms swaying in the wind

dancing to the rhythm of nature

the gentle rustling sound of footsteps

echoing throughout the endless valley

Violet hues clashing with the golden sunrise

their colors dancing on the white canvas

of my glassy eyes playing an old film

brilliant pigments exploding in my mind

The upright flower spikes

knowing exactly where to go

upwards into the ether

their bare branches a beauty of their own

The scent of peace wafting through the air

strong with its own will, fresh

lifting the essence of my spirit

making it waft through the air

A peaceful landscape unravels

as the night creeps in

the golden shadow replaced with

curtains of azure

the lavender blends right in

existing in the spectra

here I feel like I belong

not an outsider

but as a shadow of lavender

wafting in between the endless bushes

By Varsha Ravivenkatesh