Graveyard Lilacs

 Graveyard Lilacs

In a drawer corner

Lay an image

Which I drew from its rest

My fingers pushed dust from the frame

And I looked deeply, Remembering the taste of her mouth

And the smell of her hair.

I pressed my lips to the glass

But felt only times hard edge.

A chill wind blew through me

Scattering dust and leaves

And the sweet fragrance 

Of Graveyard lilacs.