The flowers speak for me
With their colors so bright
Lost in my thoughts
I’m only able to write
…

I want to forget those days
But I can’t— My mind it replays
Each decision— The thoughts of mistakes
And how it all makes my heart ache—
…

I would watch the sunsets—
As often as I could
Helping me forget—
Or at least—
…

When I’d shed a tear
It was you that wiped it away
When I was sad
It was you to tell me it’s okay
…

As my mind would began to race,
And the confusion quickly set in
I knew of only one place,
It was a place I’d often been
…

They’ve waited a lifetime,
Albeit, the years few
This hour sublime,
It’s which they pursue
…

Was it a moment of sanity,
Or had I gone mad?
Daring the near impossible—
Of painting Forgotten Lore.
…

Eleven years now behind her,
And countless others in store
She dreamt of a life to come,
Where endeavors would soar
…

An early autumn day,
I’ll never forget
There amongst the poppies,
A sun starting to set
…