The Scent of Lilies
This soul is old and weary, but in its brief infancy,
It once had recognized a home in a land far away.
Up above the mountains high and further beyond the sea,
This young soul once passed a man in one distant springtime’s day.
This man carried with him a glow as bright as summer’s sun.
He walked with grace that every pace was like a traipsing faun’s.
Upon seeing this soul, he smiled, and this soul came undone,
And that young soul then knew it has become that fair man’s own.
This soul then followed that fair man to meadows just as fair.
Together then, they frolicked through, picking pretty flowers;
Roses, lilies and irises– there’s nothing they did spare.
Hand-in-hand they roamed the land for many happy hours.
As beyond the western hills the sun began to lower,
The man had turned to the young soul and said, “the day is done.”
As he said thus, he handed the soul a pristine flower,
And he told the soul to remember him though he has gone.
But the soul said, it will forget him when the flower wilts.
Instead it asked him for a heart if the man’s power wills.
“Allow me to carry the scent of lilies in my heart,
“And it shall be my memory of you while we’re apart.”
The man then smiled and he replied, “I do not have such powers.
“But there will come a time when you would find your own body.
“Until you do so, I will then hold on to these flowers,
“Hoping whenever you see lilies, you’ll remember me.”
On that same day, they had parted never again to see
Of one another anymore after that springtime’s day.
Though now I have that once young soul, I’m still hoping to be
Back where beautiful lilies grow in that land far away.
For in this weary soul, the scent of lilies linger still,
I still remember irises and the fair spring day’s sun.
And whenever I do, I know that long years never kill
The memories and the love this soul has of that fair man.