Lilac


Sometimes

 

Lilacs

 

Bloom out of time,

 

Born with expiration dates,

 

Born to die and relive all

 

That has been and will be.

 

Born to feel

 

Angels

 

Circling.

 

Born to feel the Free

 

Exuberance of the Earth

 

Forcing itself against the sky.

 

 

Born to feel the alien

 

Strange and distant

 

mists above.

 

 

Born to feel the quiet natural fire.

 

Born to feel love not in

 

Parts but in

 

Wholes.

 

 

Composed now: stand back.

 

See the trees

 

Planted on the boulevards.

 

Feel with friends and lovers the raging

 

Fire that buries all beneath the Word that

 

Separates, pushes back, and reveals the

 

Lilac in bloom.

 

Reaching.

 

Stretching.

 

Breathing.

 

 

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