Following the pure purple scent.
How so? A colour,it is meant.
Golden lights gleam, a path is shown,
Where the unknown becomes known.
Mirrors reflect inner brightness of beings
Denials useless, self truths ,clear seeings.
Avalon calls ,the veils lift to the mist,
Deep in the lake,waves cover and kiss.
 
Lady of the lake rises once more,
Secrets and futures still in store.
Creamy arm branded,crescent moon shown.
Impossibles possible, doubt here not known.
Many worlds she walks softly between,
Weaving her magic,spinning her dream.
If you inhale the fragrance, the purple scent,
Blessed is the path shown, know it is meant.