LILAC IN THE WIND

Lying in snow just above the knee
a lifeless corpse
after making its finale snow angle
stares into a star filled sky
eyes opened wide to full capacity
as if looking for heaven to fill its berefted vessel.
Possessing a serenity and peace of the ages
the body, like the air, was free.

Free from emotion,
of desire,
freedom from pain,
and a love once shared throughout the land,
it stared with hollowness at a million points of light
burnished by an arctic wind.

Dressed just as it was on the first day
skin,
color drawn
camouflaged by the very ground that held it
hair,
a total contrast
yet perfect
and lips
brick red
slightly parted as if they once whispered the one significant clue for
life and living
rhyme and reason
good and evil.

A moon, full and complete, clear as the day
danced a slow waltz over natures child
and the silence
playing cameo with the brush of a vacillating wind
orchestrating what neighbors would soon call
"a statement to a world gone mad".
And arms,
outstretched and wanting
--one hand open,
one hand closed
gripping with fingers a bit of reality.
A peddle of lilac.

A sudden rush
and it is gone,
blown into the air
to dance with a warmth that once kissed it to heaven.

Lilac in the Wind by Shazza Nakim
Copyright © by Peace of Mind Publishings and with permission by Shazza Nakim