inebriated by the fallen flowers

it was almost as if i’m seeing you for the first time

the green smeared into the golden

weren’t we unconquerable, hand in hand?

the dreams lost their colors

the musings broken and in disarray

an era of zeal hidden behind the tears

when did the forever lose its meaning?

singing the parting songs alone

as the light of the spring blends into the violent of the wind

afraid to watch you slip aside silently

but i do. blown away, blown away, blown away.