Flower Petals

CarnationsCaretaker

The scent of dew fills my lungs, while the soft grass embraces me
as I watch the sun through the clouds.
Petals began to dance, guided by the gentle breeze.
Their dance was like confetti swaying along a couple’s grace.
Purple, red, blue, and white petals began to blur my vision.
I stand, stopping their dance, filling my hands with petals.
Gently, I swipe them away, and the blue sky was now filled with life.
My eyes witness the moon’s gentle glow, a figure’s shadow cast upon it.

The scent of lavender engulfs me; it felt like she was embracing me.
As I walked towards the light,
I passed through the carnations softly grazing me
before hands began emerging from them.
They picked the forget-me-nots by the edge and made rings
that they gave to the smiling faces watching in the field.
In their own worlds, they danced and sang with others while I left them be.
I reached under the moon, and a flower began to slither down.
It stopped in front of me, and it began to bloom.
For the first time in a long time, I bore witness once again to the Queen of the Night’s warm cold.

Its pure petals danced around me.
Then I awoke, atop rubble and with a white flower in hand.
A hearty laugh escaped my lips as I picked up the pen once more and let it dance.

  • Author: CarnationsCaretaker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2024 21:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: What a nice dream
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