Lilacs and Roses
Who knows where they go
When the ice and the snow take them?
Take them away from our view
Do they survive? Are they really alive?
Or are they just shadows
and shapes passing through?
Who knows where they go
When the ice and the snow take them?
Lilacs and roses and dew
The sun may not shine as it did in the Spring
And the earth may be cold as a stone
Nothing can bring them all back in an hour
So all I can do is just wait here alone, wondering
Do we survive? Are we really alive?
Or are we just shadows
and shapes passing through?
Who knows where we go
When the ice and the snow take us like
Lilacs and roses and dew?
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1994. Sometimes beauty is defined by its brevity. The tiny things we
cherish seem to fade from our view, as if going into a period of dormancy,
renewing themselves in another season.
About this time I was dating a woman about my own age. She
was feminine in the extreme. I remember her apologizing for her "fufu" apartment
with all its lace and soft colors. I told her there was no need. I found
great peace and inspiration there. The relationship ran its couse, renewing
itself again and again in this song.
— Glen
Lilacs and Roses