Lavender Mist

Here there are no leaves for the wind to stir
Even for winds of Spring
Trying to learn what years secretly whisper
And only the echoes answer

Hush
Hush

Molting like a serpent
Taking on a new form
Deep vibrations as imperative as death

Molting like a serpent
Molting like a serpent
Taking on a new form
Within my lavender mist

Something stirs
We wake the beast to still the clamor
Feathered by day
Scaled by night
The weary poet
Withered to a husk
Peeling back the hollow shell
Of a thorn-crowned God
All that I can remember
Is that this is not a dream
Is that this is not a dream

Hush
Hush
Hush
Hush

Molting like a serpent
Taking on a new form
Deep vibrations as imperative as death

Molting like a serpent
All that I can remember
Is that this is not a dream