Marigolds #Morning Fantasy

I run into the garden of my dreams. The sky opens, the marigolds yawn, and then change colors.

Silence. The silence of the night when my head rested on your shoulder; the night in which the North Pole caught fire melting like a piece of butter on a heated pan.

An African violet beats her eyelashes at me. A second then she shrinks into oblivion. Her memory floats on my retina.

Spanish moss lingers on the murky waters of the Bayou.

A purple honeycreeper starts singing.

Smell of fresh cocoa penetrates my nostrils.

Old wounds crawl on my skin; columns of ants locking for honeydew on a tropical tree.

I fight back.

Your eyes turn from black to blue as they always do in the heat of passion.

Wait… I am not with you anymore. Who is with you? Sheets of time undulate; lonely drapes in the ocean’s breeze. I cannot see who is with you!

My breath accelerates.

I start running.

I hit a tree root.


Millions of colors burst into my eyes; pieces of time flow over the forest.

The sky closes. Marigolds cry.

Where are you?



36 thoughts on “Marigolds #Morning Fantasy

  1. My first read of the day. Wow, what a way to get it started. Love how you ended this with the forever haunting “where are you.” Excellent writing and superb descriptions. Fascinating running through the narrator’s train of painful thoughts, Bravo Amiga. BTW, good morning.

    1. Dear Drew, thank you so much for your generous words! I am delighted! You made my day! BTW, good morning, and enjoy your Bustelo! πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you to one of my dearest friends for his kind words! I am so glad you like it!

      1. I would absolutely love to hear this being narrated by someone with background music and and some pauses, under the moonlight.
        hehe again I’m mean it. πŸ™‚
        Keep creating more of these. my friend. πŸ™‚

  2. Love it! At the moment the sun dissolves in the net of the chestnut leaves, the return to the morning is lovely … as a beginning that goes on! Thank you for sharing.

    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. I love chestnut leaves, but what about my marigolds? Kidding! πŸ™‚

      1. awww and in Vienna, the beautiful blue of Danube, forever FGLorka!
        “There’s a Shoulder where Death comes to cry”

    1. Eric… Thank you so much for your comment!..Trying one of your best lines on my marigolds? πŸ™‚


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