In That Hour Of Flowers Poem by Uriah Hamilton
In That Hour Of Flowers
We were once spring lovers
Walking through lush green fields
Gathering flowers to place
In your sunlight-blonde hair.
We kissed beneath
The first budding maple trees
And felt such a rush
Of breathtaking love and lust
That we thought
We were volcanoes
That would ceaselessly erupt
Painting even a starless night
With a yellow golden glow,
But love is false and untrue,
You can’t trust marriages in June,
They never survive the sepia-tint
Of autumn leaves and truth,
You can only magically touch someone
For a fleeting moment
And then let them go
To find another dream,
But I know what you meant to me
In that hour of flowers.
Dear Uriah, This is a tender and loving poem. Everything changes, but with some great fortune, two hearts can accept one another's changes and maintain, but many more cannot and change at different rates, resulting in relationships such as the one you mourn here: Well-written, heart-centered and compassionate. Best, Hugh
yes flowers in the spring flowers in the fall, flowers that seem to call young lovers into a secret room where they embrace only God knows why Elvis
Perfect hours of flowers like that do seem very slippery and transient, don't they? Guess that's why we have to enjoy them right then and there and not think too much about that 'sepia autumn' (beautiful metaphor) that's right around the corner. Enjoyed it a lot.
There are hours that shine forever in the landscapes of the mind..Lovely poem.. Kind regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:50:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely poem and spring is my favourite season so this line makes the whole poem lovely and tenderful... **KoNi**