Lilac's Remorse

Lilac’s Remorse

At close of eyes he contemplates
the fleeting favor of her face
The softest dew would hither break
against the lilac’s skin

She holds too oft this heart of man
her whispered name upon the wind
Creation’s now inspired thought
valiant won, yet tragic lost

The breaks and worries round him cast
apart they are no more at last
The softer touch and gentler still
upon his face her gaze he feels

A moment now or maybe less
to feel her head upon his breast
The morning nears and last she gasps
alone with him the time now past

He draws on now her heavenly name
and for her confessed the very thing
that for none else he’d ever feel
no one can know she haunts him still

A hurried mind and wayward glance
he searches for and now at last
The lilac’s shed her last remorse
and drowns out now her final course

He mouths her words from time to time
a fleeting thought, within the mind
But while he sighs she speaks on still
of far-off place, on greener hill

She’ll haunt him now forever more
the morning breaks and on she goes
to visit him from time to time
and longing scream her name divine

Oft she comes against the fold
But she again he’ll never hold
For what’s it to love this fair of skin
when nothing left holds her to him?


-Jonathan E. Kenworthy