Old Poem

 


Dandelions Under the Moonlight and Stars 

Heartbeats beating feeling every pulse,  

The girl stared at the moon above and the world unfolded before her. 

There in the field of dandelions, the wind whispered to her again, 

Reigniting the enclosed memories. 

Seems like the dandelion was destined to fly away, 

Leaving and drowning her in a whirling wind of her own consciousness.

Time flies and the dandelions still lingered in the depths. 

Her mind warns but the heart took the risk.

That night, the wind whispers to her again, 

A fragment of memory flashes through her.

As if it knew how it could destroy her,

She decides the time has finally came.

The memories—forevermore engraved within her.

She felt the wind carrying the dandelion away from her hands.

She watches it—reluctant to look away.

Adagio, solace took over.

The moon watches as the girl walks away leaving a trail of fallen dandelions.

Tears glistening under the light of the moon.

For what was once a soared heart, now just an empty shell.

Without the stars shining again, her eyes dimmed without its light.

Or so the heart says while the mind says otherwise.

“Farewell, forever”, the words echoed.

Though a farewell can sometimes be a whole new blank canvas to begin.

With that, she embraces the wind.

This unwritten story of hers.

By moonwriter