lilacs and wine

fear my foe,

in every opportunity

to wane the wine of me

to pluck the lilacs i breathe

to drink this every possibility

that soaks my flesh

in feathery

fear my foe,

that tries
that lies

to ground this me

to clip my wings

this me that need not close her eyes

to hear the river sing

this me that finds her light

in darkest of night

for it is there (i know for i’ve heard it so)

where the silence

befriends the black bird

in solitary flight

fear my foe,

that mutes my reflection

that starves my every thought

casts out its anchor

in my tides of low

for fear my foe

my hard core lover

is not quite ready to let me go

       Nina Simone - Lilac Wine