A Time Of Lilacs

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

The fragrant breeze tousles your long hair
I think how sweet it would feel
Falling against my bare chest in our bed.

If only I could capture the purple
fragrance of the lilacs
and trap it in jar together
with this feeling of love I had for you.
To open again and again
through the years.

If you were to ask me now
Were you happy back then my love?
There in the mystical glow
of a lilac carpet
in a distant spring morning.