Like fireflies,
Stars dance across Midnight's meadow,
And were I able to ascend the heavens,
For you I would pluck them from their perches,
Forever keep them tight,
Sealed with love and hope,
In youth's Mason jars.
- © Foxlette 2005
Author notes
Young love tends to want the moon, sun, and stars...
In a list
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And young love, like all things, has that blush of freshness that while young, we do think can be kept in that state on the shelf, to be pulled down and savored anew when winter's snows have chased away all but the memory of summer's heat. A lovely write - I love the choice of words, image, the tone... just very sweet without going too saccharine. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thanks so much for the feedback. Your comment captures the essence of what this little poem means to me. Youth's naive concepts of love. That innocense and freshness that only comes early in life. I appreciate the comment.
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