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Fluttered dreams
you lie as my thoughts at rest
beside me, still.
Beside myself
a rain of cherry blossoms blush
a dewey cucumber snow
Low and sweet
memories settle in my hair
stark black against the spring
soft, lively,
shades of earth and season
upon the hillside, document
the birth of my beginning and end
and so yours.
You moved me, here.
You took me, here,
with your honeyed words.
You carried me through the seasons
on your fingertips
brushing aside the dark shades in my heart
with the lightness of a petal.
like an unwritten novel,
you read me,
you wrote me
and turned me
green to brown.
Black to grey,
still you fade
a sepia photo once captured
and missed.
So I wait,
For spring to return.
© 2009 by Michelle Ferris

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