Previously published in Across the Margin in January 2021
It is here I picture you
a kaleidoscope of colors
Honey dipped curls dance around you
like a halo
And your laugh
Here, in my dreams
I get to feel your hand in mine
where flowers live in
shattered heart.
running free
through a field of wildflowers,a kaleidoscope of colors
hand painted
by Monet himself.Honey dipped curls dance around you
like a halo
And your laugh
like a melody
to my favorite song.Here, in my dreams
I get to feel your hand in mine
so small
yet the weight of it,unmatched.
Here, in the placewhere wild things grow,
the things too bright for the worldto contain,
you live under cloudless skies,where flowers live in
full bloom
in an endless summer,guarded
from the cruel winter of a mother’sshattered heart.
