I stand at the edge of my dying Labyrinth of garden,
wishing for the pardon
but it’s denied to everyone.
We are all forced to move on;
The Hourglass doesn’t stop even for the sun.
I start to walk amongst the dying flowers.
The cold hard recidivism that plagues this isn’t sympathizing.
So we must be defiant to the end,
But I’m just a boy who wont be coming back to this trend.
I trudge past the failing crocuses.
A contusion to my youthful focuses.
The Candle’s flame I hold is a lie,
Promising me forever a flame.
It really is only a light of unapologetic apathy,
Ready to disappear at any turn of the twisted labyrinth.
I can read the signs.
The rosebuds are all sick in their lines.
I stand in broken flowers,
Watching the winged Hourglass pass the hours.
The staff I clutch helps rest the frightened powers.
Half way is the brindle Hawthorn.
I am half way there.
I don’t want to leave,
But I can’t be what I am any longer.
What I had been perfect, it was beautiful;
A garden full of life.
Kissing this goodbye is the hardest part of letting go.
I don’t know what is going to be my foe,
Or what my savior will be.
Up ahead the end is only what I see.
At the end of the crescent it sits like a key,
To move me on the next half.
The Flame of the candle flickers.
The Hourglass sand is almost gone.
There is not another-this is the only one.
White Lilac, White Lilac,
Why can’t you live and keep me as my youth?
I’ll always live like this forever.
I want to stay for one more tomorrow.
If only I could live it out again,
But now it’s all another fading memory.
No longer will I be the “me” I used to be.
I reach out to do the inevitable,
And sense the fiery plumage in the tree.
Smiling I pick the only White Lilac.
It withers away to brown falling into Death’s lock.
The flame disappears.
The Hourglass falls to its side.
And I can’t see it-I feel it.
The bird flies across to me, as I grow cold.
It pulls me into its fiery mold,
Taking the White Lilac from me.
No longer the child,
I rise up out of the ashes.
I’m back in my Labyrinth of garden,
Full of life it is again.
White Lilac, White Lilac
“Goodbye,” I say and laugh,
And I grin,
And smile again.
I may not be the same,
But eventually (I know now)
I will be back there with you.