Broken and twisted boundaries,
Where nature has refused to be restrained.
These are someone else’s restrictions,
I always think of him,
When I’m here.
A metaphor of us.
And amongst dead leaves,
I see beauty,
I write you into words,
So time can’t steal you from me.
It’s exactly a year today since I was with my best friend getting my dandelion tattoo and he was getting his final side piece added. He’d taken me to meet Sophie who’s been doing his for years. It was one of the best days, meeting an awesome lady and hanging out for the whole day with him. Everything was effortless. Fun. Fast forward a year and I still have and love my dandelion, have a great friend in Sophie (she’s a soul connection) but everything else has changed. “If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.” The Little Prince.
The flower of moment,
Perfect in it’s unfurling.
Lost in it’s scent,
You don’t think of the coming frost.