Lilacs Convulsed the Sea

Hello again, it’s been a while
Since we walked that lonely mile
Together to an empty beach
Full of silences we couldn’t breach.

The moon brimmed full—all promises
Of love and lingering kisses
And quiet mornings with words unsaid
That never echoed in either head.

It lazed against a midnight sky
Where eons of light fell down to die.
It pulled ragged clouds across its face,
A yellowing shroud of tattered lace.

A scent of lilacs convulsed the sea,
A wistful spasm of memory
That built itself before our eyes
And lay limp and heavy on our thighs.

The tide went out and rolled back in
Tasting of where we’d never been.
I said to you and you said to me
Nothing much (discontentedly).

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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