Sunday, June 17, 2012

Lilac


Blossomed full lilac long years ago,

Beauty’s lush petals have slipped



through open fingers

man by man,



day by day, year by year.



Desired flame dwindles to

cooling ember soon to ash.



Is this all I am?



Oh, Love!  Beauty was never

mine, but yours to behold.

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