Long ago a girl and me <br />walked an old field. <br />We photographed <br />centaurea cyanus, <br />the blue cornflower. <br />I forget her name, <br />yet the flower was in her eyes, <br />a complement to flaxen beauty. <br /> <br />Idealism fueled by longing, <br />we attempted as lovers wont <br />to capture fleeting moments, <br />to freeze time within a lens. <br />Each year the flower returns. <br />She is a memory. <br />Eyes of cornflower blue <br />in the hot summer sun.<br /><br />Duane Robert Pierson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-of-cornflower-blue/
