Lavender

Lavender is an old, old, old, old lady
Lavender is, aren't you?
I thought you were
Lady Lavender in the indigo house by the purple wood
Cobwebbed by spiders and magic magenta
Lavender, keeper of dark corners and black blue blood
Lady of the soft edges, tell us all or tell me
Where day goes with night and what they do there and what it means

The questions fall on your lavender lap
And your answer is a lavender laugh
In a lavender cry
Near a lavender what
By a lavender why