Past Violent, Only Violet Now

Past violent,

only violet now,

the lavender lies we lay.

Forgotten is the fight

and our fists remain buried;

we realize the Earth may never be home again.

Second chances at birth only happen so often,

and some days i believe mine has come and gone with you.

But the soil still breathes and the winds whisper confidence

so I pollinate our promises.

I attempt to use the sonnets of springtime to speak to your far-away heart.

But I long for you still.

Fidgeting fingers of roots please shake me!

Perhaps the pulse of pavement will wake me?

In the end it’s no use.

The house we’re building is vacant.

Unless Patience becomes my name.

Your sacred dawn will come.

My lonely night

will end.