Graceful Coreopsis,
My lovely maiden's eyes.
I saw you lying in a field,
So in my dreams, I watch the sky,
To find the place where you took off,
With feather's made of rye.
We share the roof of our world,
Lit by a million fireflies.
That illuminate the fields and valleys,
With the yellow maiden's eyes.
A sky why share, so why not visions?
Perhaps our dreams are the same?
For you are present in all of mine,
And in alder, you've been framed.
To see the maiden's eyes bloom again,
Is the wish that's stuck in my chest.
While I wait, the silence is loudest,
And while I'm buried I hear best.
Graceful Coreopsis,
My lovely maiden's eyes.
I haven't caressed your hair in years,
And I've forgotten the sound of your sighs.
I'll wait for you until I wither,
Or my golden flower dries.
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Fools & Vipers - A collection of poems
PoetryIt wraps around my body well, But between the seams of my dress, Would fit a thousand embroideries, But no longer would it match. My first anthology. This is a small bundle of ten poems about birds and flowers, thoughts and feelings, hedgehogs...