Lavender and Ebonies

Hold the lavender and ebonies,

Mozart's death march and holy harmonies.

Clear water seeping and the black soil,

A town shrinks when a city looms close.

But go underneath the highways and roads,

There are maims in the roots, and the layer erodes.

No walls lie within the ground, all mirrors around,

City and town merge like the ocean and a stream.

There are no false margins, no constraints on dreams.

Unified in the grandeur's synchronicity,

Here, all families reside, steadfast in unity.

Hold their lavender and ebonies,

Beneath the ground lies the truth’s heart,

Families lay there twisted like symphonies.

Money and stature there play no part,

Carrying different faces and stories,

But the bane of each bears no worries.

Each family is buried under this earth,

They all lie the same since birth.

Pay no heed to how they choose to live,

Their roots all lie in pain.

Pity that their seed was their sealed fate,

Pity that the veins in them can’t be changed.

Hold your lavender and ebonies,

Your marriage, your holy ceremonies.

All occur in earth with all their eyes,

But don’t let my words be a teach.

In truth, please look around at times,

There might be hatred buried beneath your sheath.

But who said love can’t grow from a bad seed?

At times, you may feel buried alive,

Unable to breathe, suffocating in strife.

But through the soil's tiny gaps, you see,

The trees above, their leaves whispering, "Be."

Nurture these seeds, let them grow with care,

For love will set them free, soaring through the air.

Welcome the sun, let its light decree,

And you’ll slowly find yourself becoming the tree.

Hold my lavender and ebonies,

Water the plant they grew for your allegories.

It’s also their first time facing such felonies,

They too stained by the mud from the past.

You weep, but their eyes were your first and last.

Breathe with me. When you were young,

You slept against your mother’s breast.

Ever wonder why?

It’s because you alone knew the rhythm of her heartbeat best.

She is your roots; from her womb, you bloom and rise high.

And so, and so, you are weary of being alone.

Potent is where you were meant to grow.

But when someone cuts another wound on you,

When those people let you hinder your growth,

Make you bleed in face of telling the “truth,”

Say with me, it is your “blood,”

Your blood, which comes to finally heal your youth.

Hold our lavender and ebonies,

There’s mud in between yet transparency.

My eyes see wrong, I sometimes feel,

I don’t wish to grow up this speedily.

I want back my sisters with me,

But that’s what family is:

You keep growing like the roots of this city,

Intertwining but difficult to fathom its essence.

Mom’s getting older, and I need her resilience.

Our love is separated by miles of roads,

But my entire being is them entirely.

It can’t go old; it’s evergreen,

And in between the dirt,

My roots keep lingering.

The family will keep spreading,

And soon you will see

What your family, too, is.

It’s this entire town and city,

Hell, it may be earth for all my eyes could see.