White Lilacs

White Lilacs Memories rise like the scent of lilacs in the air simple yet fragrant filled with now forgotten cares, once so important nothing could contain them as life hurried forward not seeing round the bend. Lessons learned too late but part of living every day with joy, love and sorrow that slowly passed away. Looking back now wish I could grow young again relive the steps foolishly made on shifting sands. If I could slip into the paths not taken as life flowed to the oceans unplanned while on the shores I watch and silent stand. Those years are gone lost to the fleetness of time and love passes quickly beyond our prime. The lilacs bloom tall and graceful blowing freely in the air if I could go back, would I dare? Live Life over again without mistakes but sadly that is not my fate. Let the lilacs bloom and my past be written as it was while I cling to my memories of more youthful love. A Folksong sung by The Womenfolk called White Lilacs - give a listen, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv85Rr3Plgk&index=14&list=PLO-UbICkLW9OEB5mwKrfL7gpsyxJq0jZA