I think of 'you'

Peering out my window,
noticing, the lilac bush in full bloom.
Picking up one of the soft petals
and raising it to my nose;
the air is warm
the fragrance sweet...
I think of 'you'.

The day is lazy.
Soft music comes drifting by my window
from the house down the road.
I notice the gentle hum of the queen bee
as she feeds off the flowers,
and the soothing monotony
of the crickets song.
I am so 'aware' - of 'life' taking place...
I think of 'you'.

The cemetery's aglow, with bright flowers
and fresh, young graves...
I walk, down the mental paths of my mind;
the sun, shining warmly upon my hair, and face.
The birds, ask and answer - the sweet questions
only 'they' understand; as, I walk.
And the tomb stones look back at me
introducing themselves by name,
welcoming, my company;
'offering', perfumed fragrant gifts
as a symbol of life...
Carnations...roses,... lilies and, 'lilacs'.
Lifting one to my nose.
Smelling it's gentle fragrance, and touching it's soft
delicate petals;
with tears in my eyes.
I think of 'you'.


 © For Jim. R.I.P.