Lavender Cave
A lavender cave lies deep in the mountains,
split open by the river of marigolds.
Framed by black obsidian rocks,
I am lured to its beauty.
The talking trees warned us to not go there.
Nevertheless, I follow my friends through the lanky flowers.
And if necessary, I would follow them through the ocean.
There is no doubt that the mystic trees do not understand,
their ancient oak leaves are as old as their minds.
Unfazed by fear, the ones of the new world reach out to it.
We are gladly heading into the unknown.
When I return, I will repay their betrayal.
A stone might soothe them,
one from deep inside the cave.
Thick stems and foliage are pushed aside by our naked feet.
Our screech is heard as thirteen snakes emerge from the lavender
and towards us.
Above the sea of lavender, the night is black.
I wonder idly how it grows.
The cave is filled with stars and a glowing orange moon.
The scene is hypnotizing and it is drawing me nearer.
My friends are inches behind me.
We enter the Lavender Cave.
