rebmasters

In the Shadow of Flowers from My Love

I did not want them to die;
the flowers, or you and I.
I never picked them before you,
for fear that they would soon be gone.
Preferring to leave them for all others,
to the sun and shadow, come what might be.
They weren't meant for the likes of me.
You made me see that it was only a moment;
precious, beautiful, not meant to last long.
Worth it for the exquisite burst of beauty.
Rarity, instantaneous meaning,
feeling so alive if only for a moment.
That magnificent moment spent with you.
Worth a lifetime.

Why would I try to stay growing & untouched forever?

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    we ambitious fallible petals, who
    take so long to realise, our fated gifts
    of enriching connections, accumulated
    through this slipstream passageway of existence
    we've so boldly: titled, life...
    (a wonderful read, and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply dear poet)

    • rebmasters

      Beautiful response - thank you



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