forget me

I lied down on the dampened earth
beneath the moonless sky.
shadows of invisible things
pervaded the songless night

I stared into the empty air
counting forgotten stars,
but to me they burned like crimson fire
and a million broken hearts

I felt the touch of forget-me-nots
as petals rippled in the wind,
forming an ocean of seafoam blue
soft flutters against my skin

I clutched a blackbird to my chest
but it flapped and quavered and cried.
“It’s okay,” a voice whispered in me,
“I’ll hold you close and tight.”

The blackbird said nothing to me
but we both understood and knew,
so we let silence hold our bond
the blackbird stopped struggling too

And just when I seemed to drift away
into a land of the blackbird’s home,
a streak gashed across the sky
and white blood flowed like veins –

a shooting star, a shooting star!
how beautiful and elegant it was!
a shooting star, a shooting star!
how simple and free it was!

The dampened earth had felt warmer –
the forgotten stars began to fade –
the forget-me-nots bloomed ever so brighter –
and the blackbird had gone away.

I lied down on the dampened earth
drowned with tears and cries,
but to me it glowed like poppy petals
and a million christmas lights

And I could finally close my eyes and dream
of a land far far away.
of a land where no blackbirds sing;
a land where my home lay.

All while I drowned in an ocean of seafoam blue

All while a shooting star gashed across my throat

All while the
forget
me
nots

burned

brighter
brighter

 

liebeslied

CA

17 years old

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