I long to walk the lilac road,
the cobbled course to tumbling dunes.
between steep walls of whitewashed daub,
where cherry blossom stoops to greet,
until beyond the grassy cliff
AEgir's daughters ride the breeze
to rise and fall the whale's way,
delighting eyes still winter sore.
Downward to the drifting sand,
I'm dancing through the maron grass,
an undulating sugar world
of softness in a golden haze.
Spring reveals beneath the blue,
where angel clouds sail light and free,
until I melt to lazy mind,
and lilac roads become my way.
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