Lilac Wine

This is what must have happened- In my part of the woods

Twenty seven souls danced around the fire
Trapped escalating joyous years have passed
We had enough to eat and dressed our children
With the finest linen-we found when we went to the woods
The fields, the mountains, the lakes-
Water flowed everywhere, violent and at peace it fell and gathered
Leaves we saw and forests whispered- sang.

Ideas broke the silence.

This is what must have happened
This is what i must have remembered.