Little Moments
I painted a story out of glass shards.
I spun a tale of papier-mâché, love notes, and broken mirrors.
I dreamt a dream of us dancing in the crying rain,
Sending bottled messages to the cumulus clouds to go away
And let the sunshine kiss our cheeks.

I've looked upon the sad moments through happy eyes,
Grateful that we had those moments to remind us of what we've overcome.
The peaceful green of the garden lulled me to sleep,
Only to wake me the next moment, when flowers sprung up,
Flinging bright colors and calm pastels everywhere they turned.

I've never seen a shooting star until I saw you.
The bright night crept upon us,
And stars danced around your head,
Like a beautifully woven crown of light.
You told me I was glowing,
When in fact, it was you.


Comments:
 
JmlB   JmlB wrote
on 6/16/2010 1:05:33 PM
This poem is soo beautiful, every line is poetic and flowing. I loved how you painted this love tale. Josie.

WrittenRiot   WrittenRiot wrote
on 6/14/2010 12:05:05 AM
You have no idea how much your comment means to me, Elton. It's always wonderful when someone boosts your confidence a tad. And every comment, even those full of vicious critique, is helpful and often inspiring.

Elton4562   Elton4562 wrote
on 6/13/2010 9:14:31 PM
I think this is an amazing poem, one of the best I've ever seen posted here or at other similar sites. Congratulations! Elton

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