ninety three million miles
a carousel pony show poem
you remind me of december
a silence that resembles
the calmest shade of winter
a quiet quarter after six
followed by a fierce,
scarlet red glow
through withered cedar branches,
my heart will paint it again and again
stenciling the most whimsical picture
where frozen rain pauses,
taking a deep breath
to compliment the silhouette
of my hand,
entangled in yours
then you remind me of spring
eight minutes point nineteen,
what i imagined love would mean
fragile delicacies
that bruise to the touch
vibrant violets,
before sunset
i lost you in june
two months ninety years too soon
july resembled a saltwater wave,
a persistent tide that pulled me away
once maple leaves fell,
and autumn became grey
you assumed i was paragraphs long gone,
then december tapped my shoulder
told me to sit down,
and write you a love song
About the Creator
carouselponyshow
My writing reflects a concatenation of words which ultimately unravel my intricately exquisite existence, as a carousel pony .
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