Forget-me-nots

You slipped between the words

Falling short to reach your lips

Breath deep

Answers travel short distances

They travel a wings flight

To hover around some sweet angel’s head

Waiting for approval

Anticipating one’s glance

Rich in hues

Makes black fade

Colors blossom with brilliance

Smiles grow from tender thoughts

Sleep brings dreams

Drawn on carriages

Brought by onyx laden stallions

Dripping stars on night’s minions

To comfort the weary

For tomorrow’s beauty will show bright

In dancing eyes

Of the forgetful

Walking quietly past the ever after



6-09-02

















P.S. I don’t get it either, but hope you like it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

believe it or not, I wrote another poem. Yippy! :)

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