a mother’s heart
remembers every sweet
moment; the sound of
her child’s laughter,
tiny hands in hers
to keep her warm
when she is old and they
have grown away
then the flowers bloomed
it was as if they didn’t
care that baring their
souls would only lead to
withering from a too hot sun
the wind whispers to me
in cool blue tones and
hot rose petal reds…in
sea spray, crushed moon dust,
purple rain forest misting…a
honey-sweet symphony
playing in my head and
i wonder am i mad
or just listening
remember eternity
is not here…it’s not there
somewhere…it surrounds
you in its brilliant embrace
when time stands still
~kat
rain on rose petals
eternity’s embrace
innocently charmed
breathe deeply the dawn
like mercury colliding... 