lilac night

Tonight you came to me,
you stood by the lilac tree,
(there, just so in the light)
your hands open, calling for me,
eyes in the stars like they always were.
I joined you there,
of course I did, I always have,
I always will, perhaps.
The grass murmurs there, fluid
and vengeful, crying out against the wind.
I held you there, not quite
embracing, but not strangers,
and you told me things,
lovely and lilac against the simpering sky.
Beautiful, I told you,
sighing and sighing,
I wished you would go, I wish
you had left me alone without your words
there, against the sky.
You stood there,
brighter and softer and lonelier than I remember,
but then again, I remember
when you were with me,
when we were lonely together.
I love her, you said.
Of course you do, came the reply,
a gentle smile behind my face.
Of course you are lonely, my star-filled boy,
she is of the earth and we are of the sky.
You stood there, casting stars
round about me, glittering in the darkness and
catching in my hair and on my fingertips,
I think you should go, I told you,
my thoughts swaying in the night air,
lilac and calm.
I came to see you tonight, I came
to see the lilacs again and hoped they still
perfumed the sky, my sky, our sky.
But I watched you walk away tonight,
and the air was clear and still,
full of moonlight and nothing else.