Greenhouse Overflowing with Time
Meet me in the meadow.
Where we were young and pure.
When life didn’t burn to the same degree as when we were 5.
Who could stop us from being us?
Just two little kids chasing dreams.
Believing in Santa and the Tooth Fairy.
Let’s sprint through the labyrinth like when we were 10,
where age does not matter, and we could just be free.
Let’s roll in the Myosotis oblongata
So that the memories will flow
Come back to the forefront
With powers of blinding gold
I dust off the gypsophila that don’t matter
Since you’re not pure anymore
Not since you tried to disintegrate the flowers
Attempting to erase you and me from this land of memories
I fold your hands over your heart
Act like you’re only sleeping
Or just breathing slow
As I cover you in Papaver rhoeas
You quietly seep into the ground
The vines rising up and making you part of them.
Your soul answer to their bludgeoning call,
that you could never ignore.
No matter how many times tried to command
this meadow of possibilities.
Now they’re here to prove to you once and for all that
you could never dominate what’s already been set in stone.
