1/21/2001
The scent of lilacs was in the air,
The flowers were crushed beneath my feet.
They mingled with newly cut grass,
And as I walked I knew that this is what I would remember:
The scent of lilacs and cut grass.
I lay the bouquet on the coffin, gently, lingering,
Not wanting to leave it.
I hear the moist dirt land on the tomb.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Nevermore to awake.
Goodbye sweet dreams
And innocence,
Farewell to fickle youth.
And I dreamt of the scent of crushed lilacs and freshly cut
grass.
