the blooms
the library;
You and me...
forever frozen in those lilacs!
Often, time unwinds itself when I am alone
and takes me back to those university
days....
How our glances glazed in the library ...
A few books opened and closed;
the susurration of lavenders and lilacs
tumbled down strange aromas on the air-
You found your way to
me!
Your cologne smelled like September…rushed over me;
A young man joined
me….
....unnoticed in dreams of my paradise.
Strength splintered to
pieces…
In the surge and
silence of waking and dreaming,
Love
flowered.... no matter how surreal it was;
Longing became a routine,
then...
Even today, I love a stem of lavender or lilac
on my white linen tablecloth...even if it is embroidered;
In a flowery glade of memories....
hues of purple still
blind
my autumn heart in butterfly shimmers,
A strange perfume
opens and closes
my butterfly wings;
hums like insect birds.
Love wasn't meant to be so hard...
However, I feel blessed to have a nest of purple safe
with memory's of the days of my youth.
