Amethyst Revelations

Lace, strewn in the sky
 the first flush of rose and ice
 heads are thrumming, deer stalking the expressionless rows
 of maize and wheat
 The earth becomes a torrent of frozen crenellations
 I am not quite home
 A little apple tree and a bridge
 The casual words of significant places
 Were you too sad to speak?
 Did it mean nothing?
 I am haunted by amethyst revelations
 Lonely voiceless and yearning
 Taste the air of before, kiss the thistles rising
 like violet bumblebees
 Walk until everything but the heart hurts.