Monday, May 26, 2008
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,
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
camouflaged by the very ground that held it
a total contrast
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".
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
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