|Lilac by Elaina Wagner|
At the base there is a bunch of lilacs.
Their smell wafting to me in the breeze.
Mild and gentle under the sweltering sun.
The sound of water rushing by in my senses.
O, the tranquility that numbs them so.
And leaves me bereft of pain or fear.
It is her essence that drives me near.
Drives me close to the edge of immortality.
As the water rises to fill the gorges.
And the mountains crumble and smoulder to ashes.
The lilacs leave not, they stay in their surrender.
And her presence with me, strong in me, willing me to fight.
To fight the disasters as they toll upon me.
As the ground beneath my feet shakes in the aftershocks
Of the past and those of the now.
I would give in to the cesspool if not for her serenity.
But I linger.
Because I can fight.
Because I have the strength not to give in.
Our virtues are too pure to give in to the darkness.
I know this as I cut through the brambles and free us from pain.
And I see the light ahead.
The lilacs remain freshly immortal.