I loved the smell
Of the meadow in spring.
The sky was alight
With laughter
And good cheer,
And my darling dear
Was beside me.
She smiled, And looked at me-
Amber eyes shining in the sun as she
Marveled at me,
Sunflower in hand.
She'd asked me;
" Do you still like yellow? "
And I had replied,
" Yes. "
And she had smiled wider,
The edges of her amber eyes crinkling
With laughter -
as she parted her pink lips
And laughed so softly,
My heart did a flutter
And I knew
That I loved her.
We stood in a meadow
Of sunflowers and daisies
The sunflowers growing tall
And the daisies growing lazy.
We had walked in that meadow
For a whole night
Before I got down on my knee
And asked if she would be mine.
And in this moment,
I would miss how she laughed.
How she looked at the world
As a brilliant shade of
Yellow
Color never being
Absent from her , Or light.
We moved into a house
And we planted sunflowers
All around the house
and inside,
The more was better.
And one day,
I came home
But the sunflowers were
No longer yellow.
They were gray
Splattered with red
And my world seemed to shatter.
My heart stopped in my chest
And my eyes, They soon wandered
To a sinking
Of the garden
Where my beloved had wandered.
Upon her neck
Had been a gash
Her innards
Spilling out
Onto the daisies
And onto the yellow
Her life force
Dripping out.
She was pale as the sun
On that calm meadow day
Where I'd asked her if
She wouldn't mind if we'd stay
Together forever
Til God's grace we did pray
To separate and let us live
Apart, If it was great.
But now
The garden
We worked so hard for
Seemed barely
Enough to live for.
And I collapsed then,
Body among the sunflowers
Which hues of yellow,
Vibrant amber
Slowly faded
And mellowed.
There was no joy here now.
I no longer wished for the meadow.
For my darling dear was gone,
And so was the color yellow.
