Watercolor Lullaby

I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.

You are the daughter I have prayed for between dandelion wishes,

you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.

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I see you in my sleep, dear girl, where all your features come alive and vivify.

Liquid borders blur into a lucid world where I can paint your face with velvet kisses;

I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.

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At night it seems you sing my name out from the star-creped nations of the sky.

And I - I wait for you on Earth’s horizon without ladders, wings, or bridges…

you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.

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You could have come to us this April (had) our 25th carnation only blossomed in July.

But good riddance, Mother Nature - who’s left our hearts to bleed and fade in rotton stitches…

I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.

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I’ve been distant, I know, troubled: I haven’t quite been brazen and said why.

Now God and Science become allies as we funnel genes and blueprints through syringes;

you are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.

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Oh, I imagine having mastered quantum physics: you and I are in my kitchen baking home-made apple pie.

I now cabin all my hope within the wombs of microscopes & petri dishes -

I do still dream of you, sweet pea, as if you were a watercolor lullaby.

You are still a gleam within Orion, love, existing as a constellation butterfly.

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-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨