THE SCENT OF LILAC
With the sweet scent of lilac blossoms
And damp grass filling the air
And the sun at its most radiant
And nature at its most extravagant
One would think I would be happy
But something inside struggles
To break free
And I am suddenly afraid
But not sure why
Instinctively I look to My Knight
Knowing I would I find understanding
Reflected in his hazel eyes...
Witch!
6th. June 1998
DISTRACTED
It seems that these days
My thoughts are repeatedly
Disturbed by the vision in my minds eye
Of a strong, square-jawed face
Framed with a glorious mane of flowing hair
And the suspicion of a smile
Lurking at the corners of his twinkling eyes
Bring to mind a saying
Mirrors in a room
Water in a landscape
Eyes in a face
Those are what give character...
Witch!
6th.June 1998
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