Fading Lavender... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Doomed to die when it ought to thrive, it bends its head on its tenuous neck.
Only its eye, still so aureate, exhales mellifluent nectar's precious speck,
and looks at the world with hope when above it gossamer weaves its flimsy glove,
though, its blossom amorphous, turned into coarse haze, once alive, silky and mauve...

And when you come closer to its mellow scent, and look deeply into this eye,
you'll see an ocean, once solemn, subdued, now rough and deaf to seagulls' cry...
You'll see a nebulous, thundery sky and furious, cold waves as they cascade
in front of rocks' stony, soulless hearts; you'll learn why the ocean's roar won't fade...

The naked, dark rocks deprived of warmth just stand and watch in gloom
how ocean's waves beg them to take the life they bring and among stones let it bloom...
In vain pleads the ocean, in vain it screams - its desperate call just agitates,
then suddenly stops, as if in a deep sleep, its motion congeals, its roar slowly fades...

And proud, pompous rocks start falling apart, when touched by the merciless frost.
Their cruel hearts which barred the waves roll down like stones - that's the cost...
And all this is kept in lavender's soul, its soporific whispers of goodbye.
It knows that soon all will disappear: the rocks, the ocean, you and I...