Fest Of Jacaranda

Fest of Jacaranda

You filtrate in my dreams seen with open eyes,

And your lilac silence beguiles my mettle,

Amaranthine lush adorns the flare of sight.

Purple canopy forms retrospect tunnel,

I stand beneath to see bell flowers alight,

For they shed luck on seer, ringing their fate.

Beyond the veil of your fern, matures wild night,

And maiden moon gleams bright to inebriate.

Can the skaldic mind ever peeve you, I surmise.

Let me tread your path ablaze, Jacaranda!

Till I merge in the skyline of your placenta.