Petals on the Wind – A Poem

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Dedicated to Heather for her help and wisdom with the flowers.

 

I clicked on the computer. It

powered on but it wasn’t my

home screen that appeared.

Instead it was a sea of flowers:

apple blossoms,

daisies,

dandelions,

chrysanthemums,

lavender

and orchids.

They glowed for

a moment, brightening

the screen. There was a

buzz of electricity,

a blue spark.

As I watched

the flowers began

to slide out

from under the glass.

A breeze came with them

and blew the flower petals

around my room. They

swirled around me,

and I stood in a

whirlwind of colour.

The petals slipped

out of an open window

and I ran after them,

leaving my apartment

and going out

into the light.

The petals were

were waiting for me.

As I approached them,

they began to

flow around me,

pulsing with light

and warmth. They

began to dance

away from me,

and flew to the sky,

forming a long, straight line,

with a point at the end,

a long plume of colour

on a canvass of

clear blue sky.

A few of them remained,

floating around me

like a wish in the air

after it has been spoken.

I followed the arrow

in the sky

to a meadow that

I had never seen before.

It was covered in flowers

of the same

jewel like hues.

Standing in the

middle of the

meadow was

you.

When I went

closer to

you,

and took your hand

in mine, the flower petals

moved and surged around

us, pulsing with

light, matched only

by the brightness

that shone from

inside of

you.

2 Comments on “Petals on the Wind – A Poem

  1. Glad you liked it Diane! Yes, it kind of came out of a dream and something wonderful, so I wanted to reflect that in the poem. 🙂

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