The Lilac, the Star, and the Bird

Night retrieves its stars before dawn
and the nightingale collects its song.
There are remnants of the moon in
the wee hours. The lustrous star that
remains is a golden flame that shines
upon the blooming lilacs. A bird sings
as lovers hold hands in the streets.
The dead remain in our memory.
The soul of the land counts on it.
The lilac, the star, and the bird are
here from dusk till dawn for all of us.

Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Dissident Voice, and Struggle Magazine. Read other articles by Luis.