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You gave it a name
The playful purple and deep blues teased and made deals
but you called it Indigo Fields
Eyes well up with tears as petals stammer in the dispersing sunlight
Through the haziness of the dewdrops, the creator is invoked;
With your tender hands
You gave me colors that will not fade - an everlasting blush
Petals that will not wrinkle - a timeless face
Dancing light where no darkness is felt
Your brush of love stroked layers upon layers of truth and inspiration
Eyes that could perceive this truth became indifferent to details,
gave me a value yet captured by language
But soon, a dawn wind stirs and with invisible slowness
rolls an unsettling gloom in this Field of Flowers
A haunting silence hangs from horizon to horizon . . .
The truth is, it murmurs
I live forever, yet I do not live
I know no urge of season
No slap of the wind, no kiss of the sun
The love you taught me inspired a greater love in me
For in the ancient books, He is said to have declared:
Whoever loves Me, I love him
And whomever I love I kill,
And whomever I kill I Myself am the compensation.
The burning sun witnessed the Indigo petals shrivel up and die.
