If there ever was a shadow--
Under this rock you should know,
A plain lilac root
Sips the sun--
Then his is darker when he grows.
Fall back on a green slope,
Where the ground rests with hope,
And the amber orb
Licks the blades.
He has no memory of home.
Pick the purple bloom,
But careful the palm crafted tomb.
A folded cloth from the
Crevice aside his *****
Release the stem.
There is no shadow
Below the moon.
There is no shadow
Below the moon.
Lilac slumber.