A Faded Dream
by Vaughn Neeld

Lacy lilacs by the lakeshore
spilled spicy scents along the lane.
We drove into the dunes
and listened to the drone of
lapping waves that kissed the sand.
As you held my hand,
we lingered by the lilacs
thinking we were in love,
but lilacs fade, and we age,
and sands slip through
the hourglass's gleam,
and all that remains
is a faded dream
of the spicy scent of lilacs
drifting along the lane
and a stolen kiss
as we embraced
upon the shadowed shore.




 


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