Her Heart was the gentle lilac

Her heart was the gentle lilac

Her heart was the gentle lilac

Fragrant in the sun

And the broad sweet fields

Of meadow grass

Spring soft and spongy wet

And the granite bottoms

Of ancient stream beds

Washed clean of fragile sediment

And the water rushing young

And sparkling

Reaching for that frozen

Singular moment of being

Before crashing ten thousand feet

Into oblivion

© 1986 J.L.Stanley