Clover Dreams BACK Lycorne 06.28.2001

Clover Dreams By: Lycorne Shropshire I bend down, Gently... snapping The stem between my fingers... Again and again, Until a small boquet.. Of pink and white Lays against pale skin. It wasn't so long ago When my hands were tiny... Like the flower petals... I would pick them then, And delicately make, Crowns of clover blossoms. Too large for my small head, They hung as trophies Around my neck. And I and my bird, The one no one else could see... Would wander the forests, Searching for you... My love. I was no princess, I carried a sword, And searched... For the one I lost, All those years ago. I checked every tree and cave, And asked the birds in the trees... But none had seen... Where you had gone, And they told me, You had never passed that way before. But I always knew, You were just on the other side of the next tree. And if I didn't find you today, I still had tommorrow to look. But all those days, I spent searching for the one To wear my clover crowns, Never found you. And now, I sit quietly making once again, Clover crowns For you and I to wear. My head holds the crown these days, But I'm still no princess, My sword hangs inside on the wall, And my bird has flown away, The forests I searched, Are now only groves of ten or so trees, But I still make Clover crowns For you and I to wear one day. A tear falls from closed eyes, Breaking a petal off, My clover crown As I remember the days spent in Clover Dreams Searching the forests for the one I loved.