Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Forget Me Not

If only heaven could hold you –

closer than a love letter.

Gentle as dew cupped on rhubarb leaves.

Or cradle you like the ground does a puddle – holding you all, settled in mud.

Let the wind whisper a lullaby

That you’ll sleep through the darkness, while I dance through the night.

If only heaven could keep me

From the laughter in you –

that melts my heart of wax.

That opens my soul like flowers,

Forget Me Not, I’ll not think on you

Then I’ll protect me from falling on thorns.

For I know that I’m tripping in spite of my shoes

That I picked to help save me from the cobbles of you.


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