The only thing missing from this post – practically perfect with its views of lilacs and the voice of Nina Simone – is the perfume from these beautiful flowers. Even in this terrible world, even in this wonderful world, one need not get lost to be found. The appeal of losing myself to such intoxication has faded with the passing years. I remember the empty magic of diving under, but I do not miss it. A song is enough to get close to that enchantment.
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
Flowers and music, so perfectly paired, remind me of The Flower Clock. And the start of summer.
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
I do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
