Hour Twenty Three: Speak to me, my love.

 

speak to me, my love.

I know you are playing peek-a-boo again.

to them, you are gone.

to me, you are still my muse,

picture-perfect like your green-colored abode.

 

speak to me, my love.

I know you get quite the buzz to keep me waiting.

I hear you chuckle behind the tree,

come on now, you are being such a tease!

 

speak to me, my love.

I know it’s time.

there you are,

only I see my goddess in perfect green.

 

to love you, may never seem enough.

whenever you remember me, just look around.

I leave fragments of mine each time I go.

they shall forever be etched onto your twinkling green beads.

 

Note: This poem has been written from an image prompt of ‘Fireflies in Japan’ posted during hour twenty-three.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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