A Poem about the Lilac next to the River

Last night I dreamt of Lilac buds 
upon the Garnock stream 
amid the thorns and briars thick 
a purple colour beamed 

 I thought about the folk who came 
 and chanced upon this sight 
 perhaps ancestors, long since gone 
 who left it burning bright 

Perhaps a bird did carry it 
from far and distant lands 
or from a child´s hands it fell 
and grew to proudly stand 

Or from Place Castle seeds did blow 
across the glade and vine 
to where the lovers meet in quiet 
with bodies deep entwined 

From where before the lilac came 
no man knows for sure 
cemetery or Moorpark house 
or from the Fairlie Moor 

So when you come and chance upon 
the purple lilac hue 
like winds of life it comes and goes 
with spring-like morning dew 

Held up by it's nest of green 
with colour strong and bright 
a guide so strong amidst the damp 
declaring wrong from right