purple lilacs
The wicked change of seasons
has left us stranded in the fog
while winter flowers withered memories
of purple lilacs in December
I never knew what happened to
that passion fading into emptiness
keep bringing back the dead
for just one last party after midnight
into the morning
The moon descends it post to
leave us spinning in the emptiness
while water flows on seeds that grow
and flower in July
I never knew what happened then
that opened up my mind
left something there that grew into
this darkness that I find
until the morning
