lost in lilacs

I lost myself just as the lilac bowers spread their faint promises of lost loves from summers past.
walking home alone, slowly, at dawn.
a smile lingers in my bodylanguage from the night before.
carrying my shoes and walking barefoot in the grass next to the asphalt, the dew cools my feet.

passing gardens booming with summerflowers, the early morning is filled with fragrances that enhances my senses.
I am reminded of past summers filled with love, music, dancing and early mornings before the heat sets in.

I lost myself in the early morning, slowly walking home alone, just as I smelt the lilac bowers.