Forget Me Nots

I stood in the midst of a meadow, as an autumn breeze swayed its flaxen hair. The last flush of sun was giving way to a peach blossoming evening sky, readying the day to lay and replenish, beneath the strokes of night. As it unfolded around me, I watched with hungry eyes, as visions of you etched upon a lowering cloud, slipped by in outstretched shadows, out of reach of my trembling hand; for dreams still held you captive within its grasp. I held myself with tired arms, repeating sighs, choked on sadness, as my heart grew gossamer thin; another tear stained page stored in memory; painful forget-me-nots. Nicole © 2006