Our Forest

As if i could see the scent
of lavender words
raising morning haze
the yellow watcher waves
you can if u wish
to keep the dew on your skin.
Hoards up in my throat
the bloom of your dawn
such an unexpected rain
i wooden into tome
starring back into age-bands
the stream widens
since the first time
i have seen your static face
so if you wish to fly away,
do, before the purple
because there is no cure
for fertility.