Lilacs

It was so long ago a lifetime it seems.
I had no idea I was happy back then.
Always short of money
never enough time
forever busy.

In the cool spring morning the light
is lilac drenched the trellis hanging
In its fragrant abundance.
Reaching for the coffee pot.
We sit on the porch for a moment
of marital tranquility

Our children
Still sleeping the youngest as new
as the springtime itself.
I looked at you then, I see you
not as my wife
or mother of our children.
But as the stunning woman
I could never get enough of when
we first met.

The lilac fragrant breezes
tousle your long hair about your face.
The early morning spring sunlight
frames a halo around you.
I think how sweet your hair would feel
falling against my bare chest in our bed.

If only I could capture the purple
fragrance of the lilacs that day.
And trap it in jar together
with this overwhelming
feeling of love
I had for you at that moment.
To open again and again
through the years.
Releasing it into
my passing days

If you were to ask me today.
Were you happy back then my love?
There in the mystical glow
of a fragrant lilac carpet
on a distant springtime.

I would have said
Yes my love.
Very Happy
So Very Happy