Flower

Flowers are pretty things
For all to gaze and wonder
But it needs much nourishment
And wilts without water

Droopy then it may seem
Without its usual admirers
A leave or two may fall
The petals not much better

But soon new parts will grow
In fact, appear much fresher
All it needs is some more time
And chance for it to prosper

Water need not come from rain
The roots can just dig deeper
Or from some kindly soul
A concerned garderner

The Dancer

Shadows dancing in my mind,
Fleeting images flashing pass.
One eye closes, then two, blind
To the world 'cept for one lass.

Clearly then, will she appear,
A graceful, swanlike dancer.
Prancing in mind's eye theatre,
My ethereal stage performer.

Music playing in my ears,
As she twirls an endless circle.
Time slows, the surrounding blurs,
My heart aches, body feeble.

But soon, the curtains will fall,
One eye opens, then the other.
She fades away with no trace at all,
Only a dream left to remember.

Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue

Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue,
Are the colours I hold true.
To fill my heart and soothe my soul,
The very thing that makes me whole.

Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue,
Are the colours you wore too.
Cute and lively, love at first sight;
Bright and radiant, my life's light.

Pink elastic,
To tie your hair and bind my heart.
Yellow earrings,
To adorn yourself and enchant my mind.
Black jacket,
To keep you warm and fire my soul.
Blue pynafore,
To affirm your identity and confirm my feelings.

Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue,
Man, I sure hope you know who.
Girl and colour, both I desire,
One I have, but not the other.