A Time of Lilacs

It was so long ago a lifetime it seems. I had no idea I was happy back then. In the cool spring morning the light is lilac drenched the trellis hanging In its fragrant abundance. Reaching for the coffee pot We sit on the porch for a moment of marital tranquility Our children Still sleeping the youngest as new as the springtime. I looked at you then, I remember not as my wife or mother of our children but as the woman I could never get enough of when We first met. The fragrant breeze tousles your long hair I think how sweet it would feel Against my bare chest in our bed. If only I could capture the purple fragrance of the lilacs and trap it in jar together with this feeling of love I had for you. To open again and again through the years. If you were to ask me now Were you happy back then my love? There in the mystical glow of a lilac carpet in a distant spring morning I would have said Yes my love Very Happy So Very Happy