Its so quiet
Beside the tree
Of lilac blossom
The breeze blows free
Its scented accent
Calls my name
The creaking bough
Its movement tames.
A distant daydream
A forgotten scene
That tells a man
Wheres hes been
Years like spiders legs
To scuttle
Beyond the hopes
Nightmares subtle.
A warming caress
About the face
Invisible hand
Of nature tastes
The solitude
Away from noise
Deep each thought
Memories to poise.