Forgetmenots of Spring
*For Dorian*
They shower, they flow from the heart ~ forgetmenots!
Youth is what I feel, as I gaze these eternal country fields; year by year
Steal away in this moment; to a better time and place in the heart
It is here I sink into the wells of time ago
Yes, years have left behind my youth
This flower that I hold so dearly
In fields of deepened blue, they line the highways
And every so often, clusters of white daisies show their faces amidst
This place where gentle breezes and creeks flow on a new spring day
And through my hair of fading amber, and on my forehead,
so gentle is the sun’s caress
Was I here, really here, some forty and five, years ago in time?
When love was young and his kiss was soft upon my lips
True love fought the fine fight, so well years ago
With my one great love, my first, whose promises held strong...back then
To reminisce these vows and promises of undying love
As I, a child of fifteen; breathed his every word
And the love that we beheld, is long left behind;
amidst those fields of vibrant blue
But this heart of mine, takes with it; a love that I have known
As forgetmenots and daisies bloom, with each passing year
©03/18/05 CG Mair