Lilacs

Lilacs she put in a vase on the table
Moonlight has painted them silver
Their fragrance pours into the night
Flowers, how tender and sweet the first flowers
Their colors seep into your soul

Heart of the wild
Open to storm and to sunshine
Gift of the child
Unafraid in the presence of love

A warm wind slides through the bright kitchen curtains
Stirring the embers of first love
Whose fire burned so long ago
Memory, her voice on the warm wind of memory
Her scent like the lilacs, gone by

Heart of the wild
Open to storm and to sunshine
Gift of the child
Unafraid in the presence of love

Lilacs she put in a vase on the table
Moonlight has painted them silver
Their fragrance pours into the night