Forget Me Nots
By Donna
A time may come---
holding melancholy flashbacks
of once was.
When fear was stripped defenseless
by simple acts of love.
Intrinsic desires diminishes
as bold blooms sometimes do,
leaving behind translucent memories
of a smile---
a voice---
a subtle yearning for you.
Energy transcending space
disguise itself in aromatic incense,
restraining me to a time of
goodness
friendship
the essence of our genesis.
Oh how the un-releasing heart
long to be touched
by blooms of Lilies
Cherry Impatiens and
fallen Forget-Me-Nots.
About Donna
We are all creative beings. Our artful passions can be expressed in numerous ways like singing, dancing, or writing poetry.
These talents are not bound by age, race, culture or land borders. Innocent to the world, we are born with our creative energy.