The sky is a fragile blue that's
shifting to white in the middle,
like a thinning fabric worn with
age and use

I lie on my back and imagine that
if I could reach far enough the
thin layer of clouds would feel
soft like silk and
cool like a spring breeze

The air is still and I can smell lilacs in the air like a sweet perfume,
it reminds me of my mothers kitchen when I used to bring them home to her in the summer

If I was a simpler girl I would wish for this and nothing more,
us on our backs in the grass with the threat of rain hanging over our heads  
and lilac bushes filling the air

Life is difficult and we must enjoy moments of peace when we find it,
we must appreciate the sky when it is such a delicate blue
and the rain hasn't fallen just yet