Fadeless Color

Another poem.


This scene always in my
head no matter if the color
fades it shall remain a wonderful
memory within my heart

Or maybe this is one of
my visions of you, you and
the memory that we
spent on boundless, moonlit
meadows, with moonlight flowers

The petals swayed up
hiding our obscenities and the
wind carried us gently across
the lake

I'll never forget that dance across the
the lake, like if the water were now
made of out of sheet of ice
a glass sheet, that showed our reflection
in opposite, but even in that opposite, my dear lady
the memory was still beautiful