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 *****,
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.