Lost In A Meadow

A poem about my boyfriends eyes.

Lost in a meadow,

Where forest were ever changing colours 

But seasons were always the same

It was like everyday was summer,

But some days were cold as winter.

The trees were always changing,

one day oak, another day maple, sometimes.

rarely mahogany 

oh how I loved mahogany

I'd find myself dreaming about how it was to be in the meadow forever. 

If i could be bored of it,

how life seemed to make them forever changing, 

so i couldn't possibly say

I'm over it

I could stare for hours and find something different at every minute 

A change in shape, 

A change in emotion,

A change in curiosity.

He called at me

"you there"

As i caught myself in a stare.

To his beautiful eyes, that made me forget, where. 

Author's Note

I, in know way am good at poetry.

Reviews

[misha]

Oh, what a lovely piece. Such vivid imagery. Great job!