The Lilac Of My Heart Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

On this dreary day of leaden sky,
Of moistened fabric of the soil,
Of withered, straggling, shredded leaves,
Within my heart's another clime,
Serene against a fall turmoil.

The heart is lined with lilac smooth,
Imperiously fine, embroidered bloom
So that the lilac with its wreaths
Might pour entire warp and woof
And leave unhallowed no room.

The fragrance emanating forth,
The silken tassels' winsome grace
Enshrine prosperity and peace
Such as unbounded tenderness doth
In most propitious time and place!

The lilac's flooding serenade
With warmth the heart within rewards
So that warm glory might caress
The world without with brocade
Of lilac love's unspoken words!