On Wafts of Lilac

A style/topic that I don't often write on. As usual, this is another of my more objective writes, for all you curious people.


You fly on wafts of lilac
Blue eyes washing over me with the tide
Following the moon that’s the cheese with our wine.
Yes, we can fly on lilac wafts through the dampened clouds
Spreading the flowery scent across the lavender sky
And gather rainwater to drink as it’s cried.

Has life ever held this much bliss in its generous hands
As it has now, darling?
I thought not.
Do you think it ever will again?
I don’t know either.
I hope so.

Hi Persephoneia! This is just gorgeous!

Persephoneia wrote:You fly on wafts of lilac

This is so beautiful and original! Excellent work!

Persephoneia wrote:And gather rainwater to drink as it’s cried

Huh? I think there must be some mistake here.

Persephoneia wrote:Has life ever held this much bliss in its generous hands
As it has now, darling?
I thought not.
Do you think it ever will again?
I don’t know either.
I hope so.

The things I put in red and crossed out were implied. You wouldn't ask the question if you didn't think the answer was no.

Anyway, great job! Keep writing!