𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞

I want to paint,
The way flowers sing

In the rare case,
You do get to hear
The sweet songs
Of Forget-Me-nots
Or Petunia's alike

Think of me

When you paint,
The Dahlias
And the Amaranths

Remember, the meaning of each one

I want to dance,
With the fairies

If you spot one,
Flying about in honey fields
Their wings batting against
The wind

Dance for me

When you spin away,
From the Birds
And bees

As the fairies,
Take you home

Tell me how it went,
I want to hear the entire story

I want to taste,
Orange cakes and
Sweet Lemon Meringue Pies

If you bake them,
The rise and fall
Of the dough
As it is being made

Reflect on me

The way,
I told you not to
Add to much flour

Or to watch how much milk you put into it

As you wait,
For the timer go off

Take each treat out with care
With love and patience

For I was the one
Who first taught you

I want to see,
A spectra
Of nothing
But endless tales
Of life and death

When you read,
The books of stories
From which I recommended
To you

Dream for me

The way Heroes,
Lovers
And villains
Stories are so beautifully told

Read it out for me
With a smile on your face

I want to feel,
Every note of love
Every inch of pain
Every second of anger

When you decide,
To start over
To love
To have
To heal

Don't forget our story,

The way,
It was so beautifully written

Hand made,
Through a course
Of infinite struggles
Managed with care
Together

How our love,
Was told

In a series,
Of notes, letters and whispers

Passed silently,
With nothing more than a nod

Our own little world,
Created with color
Voice
And collective ideas

Unanswered questions,
Still floating In the back
Of your mind

Only to be answered,
Once we reunite

Until that day comes,
Go through each day
Never regretting a thing

Continue to live,
Each day with the pace
Of the universe

Never slowing
Never stopping
Not for a second

-H.R. Larkin