Parting With the Flowers
Scents of the Flower linger over freshly cut grass
torn from the earth like a crying newborn from its mother
a field once overflowing with fragile white petals
a loss of innocence heavy in the air
a sweet dream, crushed by a nightmare
all that once felt sure, now blown away
then the rain arrives
a Flower blossoms from her wounds
delicate, untouched by life
once ripped from the safety of her field
never broken, only lost
because the rain arrived
and what’s there is never gone
but only waiting for the seed
for you are you
a magnificent flower amongst grey skies
The Boy With the Honeycomb Eyes
and it was the details of you
that drove me deep into love.
those eyes,
those honeycomb eyes hold everything my heart craves.
your warm arms and the softness of your touch
feel like home,
and everywhere i have never been.
your outbursts of laughter fill me with delight
making me feel alive,
and far less lost.
some nights i sit on my porch
looking at the stars we looked at
when you first fell into my arms.
i see those same stars in your eyes
every time they meet mine.
you look at me,
as though there's something in me worth seeing.
i've never felt so safe in someone's gaze
i've never wanted someone to look at me
but i love what you can see
i don't believe two souls meet by accident
when i met yours,
it felt familiar.
it was you.
some part of me knew,
it was going to be you
and the most beautiful part about it is
i wasn’t even looking when i found you