Knowing not how and knowing not when;
Will I ever see, my love again?
I see her now, in this reality,
But not how she was; this finality
Of losing her logic and reasoning, how
Things do work or tell me now.
I dread the day and won't blame,
When she no longer, knows my name.
Away we will go,
like a kite in the wind.
Into the bluest of blue
in the cloudless sky.
Flit to the branch
of a new, growing tree,
catching the Sun
as it passes by.
Nothing could be more
grand, for those eyes
of mine to see,
a reflection in your eyes,
and an image of me.
The broad fields of green and gold,
with mountains high, that enfold.
the blue of lakes in your eyes,
slowly, slowly will mesmerize
my mind and it's thoughts
with over powering scent
of those Forget Me Nots.