An ocean of forget-me-nots

You starved yourself
on the streets of desire,
There were lamp-posts reflecting
in the rain.

They made you
think of yesterday,
of a clean tomorrow.

You always had that quiet wisdom-
blossoming, then falling
from your eyes.

I did not hold you enough.
I was too busy whispering words
from pomegranate lips,
dancing on the dark night.

I always knew it would come to this;
A full October moon,
This Autumn loneliness,
These stains of impossible

~Heather Lenz

for my mother