The next poem only really connects to the doodle in the first few lines. It was intended to be rather more closely connected but as I was writing it, it went off all by itself in an unexpected direction, possibly because I was playing a YouTube playlist full of melancholic, reflective songs at the time.
The poem, rather more serious than some of the previous ones, doesn't have a name.
Watching the diamonds
Dance in the water,
Remembering moments
Before your goodbye.
You said the sunlight
Was trapped by the water
And couldn't escape
To get back to the sky.
Watching the ghost dance
Of rippling leaves,
Remembering moments
When you were here.
You said the voices
Of whispering leaves
Were the souls of dead lovers
Trapped in this sphere.
Watching the cloudscapes
Built high in the blue,
Remembering moments
Before you were gone.
You said the unborn
Inhabit the blue
And the clouds were the islands
They built their homes on.
Watching the shadows
Creep through the gravestones,
Remembering moments
When I thought you'd stay.
You said the shadows
Cast on the gravestones
Were memories slowly,
But surely, draining away.
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