I recall
picking Forget-Me-Nots from your eyes...
In dreams
muted voices
still compose verses
Your hands like brass horns
Instruments that stole my breath
Even eden moved closer
to listen ...
Time conducted tragedy
in string melody
a lovers inquiry
in each picked petal
With every fallen question
you fade...
deaf and discouraged
widowed stems
linger in my palms
In slumber
I devote
to recover our harmony
and my beheaded garden
© 2008 Narcissa
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