Lilac in the new spring


Samantha Ysaguirre, Staff Writer

What I have forgotten about love is seen in the lilac this spring.

What always seemed black and white now gleams of purple, blue and hues of pink.

Thoughts of insanity still swirl in my mind while the corners of my smile still bleed black ink;

Yet, what seems so long ago in my heart, breathes freshly in the now.

I can not help but think of the times you were unknown to me at seventeen.

Yet, you always kept me in eye view. 

You see me for my farther past and cease my false beginning. 

Time has passed, and now there are new winnings. 

Those who catch sight will not know, but 

I will see you in the lilac, and I will see you grow and I will know.