A vase of lilies pure and bright

A vase of lilies pure and bright

A vase of lilies, soft and bright,

In lilac hues that catch the light.

Against the glass, the petals gleam,

A quiet hush, a violet dream.

The ribbons drape in silken ties,

A gift wrapped up in morning skies.

Their gentle folds, so light, so fair,

As if a whisper lingers there.

The sunlight spills in pastel streams,

A world that floats on lavender dreams.

Each blossom sways, a happy sigh,

A breath of spring, a fond goodbye.

The table shines, a mirrored glow,

Where shadows dance and secrets flow.

A ribbon trails, a line of grace,

As time dissolves without a trace.

The air is sweet with floral twist,

A scent like love’s forgotten mist.

It lingers softly in the air,

A beautiful touch, non can compare

The window hums with golden haze,

A distant tune of yesterdays.

Reflections wane in purple glass,

Like echoes time will not surpass.

And in this moment, still and pure,

The world beyond feels less obscure.

A window framed in tender light,

Where petals whisper through the night.

Yet flowers fade, as flowers must,

Their beauty drifting into dust.

And so we sigh, and so we part,

With lilac ghosts upon the heart.