Where the Lilacs grow

Chase me to the fields
To the bushes where your fragrance resides
And give me rest on the forest floor.

Let us wait til the air is cold.

To settle under the ogling moon

And feel the texture of the worn out leaves.

When the wind sings with the fireflies

And the owls guard the beasts at night,

Know that we have licked the joys; we are.

So when the morning comes,

And the warm sun greets all there is with us,

Open your eyes cos I am your captive.

Gently take my hand

Lead my feet out of the wilderness

To where the Lilacs grow.


One thought on “Where the Lilacs grow

  1. Pingback: Where the Lilacs grow | A composite of me and the universe by: April Queen D. Enjambre

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