Lavendar

There is a light wind in the garden, 

I am not alone

Your eyes search, widen, 

As though seeking a treasure of your own

The midday sun bothers me, 

I never tolerate the heat 

You sparkle like a star in your own right, 

As we beat a swift retreat

And quietly, with an innocence

That reminds me of days lost behind

You whisper of the lavendars

As you slip your hand into mine 

I will never see the universes,

That unravel in front of your eyes,

But it is beneath me to complain of this 

When I behold your wonder, your surprise 

The next day, we will return

And I will not mind the mid day sun

There will be light wind in the garden 

And I will not be alone