Flowers of My Youth
Flowers of My Youth Throughout the soft days of October, During a burgeoning harvest moon, And the brightness of the sun has already waned. I give you this: The Flowers of My Youth. They only come in a narrow array of colors. Vibrant reds, watery blues, creamy whites, and shadowy grays. For each color gets us closer to the sunset at the edge of the ocean. Sailing alongside the albatross across the open waves. Delivery us, oh gods of the sea, in a lovely small boat decorated with my flowers to where the fields are overgrown with them as far as the eye can see.