Tapestry
The tapestry of love
We will be ecstatic. I think, and I think, and I think. I am done.
Done for tonight, at least for tonight, When this world feels a little too big without you. So, like all the nights I have known, this one was filled with the sounds of crickets and the glow of the moon.
Again, I look at the moon and softly hum “oh, what if we could meet again?”
And while humming it loud and proud in my heart, I read you…I read you all of this.
~ Never say goodbye - a Quatern.
Can you tell me whose bed that is? I think I know.
Its owner is quite upset, though.
This is a tale of woe.
Her frown caught my attention, and I cried hello.
An eerie sound comes from her bed as she shakes.
She sobs until tears make.
There is only one other sound: the break.
The sound of distant waves and birds awake.
Beds are full of memories, loving, and deep.
However, she has made a promise that she will keep.
As long as that doesn’t happen, she won’t sleep.
In bed, her ducts weep.
After a bitter night’s sleep, she emerges from her bed.
Her mind filled with sadness, she said.
It is idolized that she is dead.
A never-ending feeling of dread regarding the day ahead.
~ Petal- A haiku.
Icy eventide
A red, gracious petal snaps
Witnessing a wolf
~ Windmills.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Caves are serene,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Breaths are deep,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A revelation is divine,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your area is gray,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surrounding the farms,
Seatbelts are safe,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
An example is illuminating,
And so is your smile.
Windmills are beautiful,
Just like you.
