In a dew-drop, a little world exists
A place turned blue and silver by the light
That lingers well beyond the morning mist.
In a dew-drop, a little world exists
But melts into the grass long before night.
In the same meadow where once you were kissed
In a dew-drop, a little world exists
A place turned blue and silver by the light.
I never thought I'd wonder
how it would feel to touch your face
but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles
in my hair. I never thought
your eyes would be anything but blue,
Your hair danced in the wind
yesterday, and the trees
turned your eyes green.
You took
a photo of me, my skin
flushed from the fire, my
eyes closed on accident
and I took one
her magenta marker
the silent clock
my desk, now darker
with dust like chalk.
his name in my phone
my swimming mind
his teeth were like moonstone,
mouth open that night.
Comments
I love this poem so much. So beautiful :)
Same!! It's so, so pretty
Thank you both so much!!
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