Jacaranda Lavender Poem by Alven L. Robinson

Jacaranda lavender,
Beauty bound for change,
Buried on the path
Dead to lasting fame.

A marquee for a play
The seasons left to be,
Impossible to follow
The actor's empathy.

Small steps to catch a view
Velvet curtains barely drawn,
The prologue to the scene
Dampened by the dawn.

Taken in the night,
Winds for her applause,
The prophecy of dew
Clinging to a cause.

An hour of return
Twice along the way,
Pantomime as purpose - -
A pageant on display.

Cast upon a sword
A tragedy to bear,
Seen within her flower,
The mourning palms of prayer.