lilacs
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2005
I dream the delicious scent of lilacs
there it is, without fail, intoxicating
but I never hear her voice. I feel her
touch I see the lamplight in her thick
hair and I swim in an ocean of lilac
air but I never hear her voice. I know
the sound of her breathing her heartbeat
and every time I dream of my mother
I dream the soft honesty of her love
it is there, without fail, reassuring
in its truth but I never hear her voice