lilac

her dress

flows along her hips;

sleek,

unconfined,

free.

only one solid shade of

mauve,

but under the lights,

the vibrant hues,

blink back at you.

and under the lights,

oh god,

under the lights,

she is more beautiful

than an entire blooming garden.

her grave causes

sunshine to

sprout,

flourish,

thrive,

from my chest.

lilac,

my ethereal love.