Lilac Bicycle

There is a melody among the spheres
A modest and untraceable refrain
That furls itself behind accreting years
And waits to watch morn’s mantle blush again.

There is an elegy beside the grate,
A sense of passing bound up with the heat,
That, all the same, vouchsafes another’s life,
And knows its own rekindling in defeat.

This is a threnody for what there was,
A jubilee for what’s to be instilled,
The memory of some once treasured cause,
E’en now not lost, as much as freshly tilled.

This is the hymn for her who wields the dawn
As her conveyance through a land once lorn.