Across the winds- November 2006

If it were possible to lie forever
To fall asleep and dream
To escape the evils and the stress
Emotions of loss and pain

A boat floating down a purple river
Velvety black fish swimming close
Bright colored birds with yellow beaks
And gentle breezes through blood-red trees flow

Away from caution and from caring
From pain and away from fear
Where everything is beautiful
And the fog begins to clear

The raindrops turn to silver
The fruit it tastes so sweet
The grass so furry soft
As it sways beneath my feet

The starts come out at night to play
The moon begins to sing
Trees whisper back and forth
It lulls me right to sleep

Somewhere the ocean is the deepest green
The sand the palest yellow
The shells are all unbroken
The thunder begins to bellow

The raindrops disappear
Leaving everything so dry
The sun begins to glow
And the clouds disperse across the sky

It’s then I wake unwillingly
To the real bind
Of loss, pain and broken hearts
Where beauty is hard to find

Lilac Ann Black

~Note from (me) Tilla

These poems were just the beginning of the war in her time...a part in time which no longer exists because of her confusing time travel...they will sound...Different from the Lilac which you know today...for the most part. This was before she...became so entirely angry. (Yes I knew her then...I'm one of the few who remembers who she was....)

Tilla Ophelia Marsh