A Buttercup Broke My Heart Poem by Stacy Brown

I found myself one day sitting upon the sun.
I remember being blinded by solar flares
and dodging debris baking in the atmosphere
I closed my eyes afraid to be just another piece
swirling in the gravity waiting to be destroyed
When I opened them
I realized I was no longer a child of the sun.
I lost the flares and warmth that light the days that passed
I was in nothing.
From the distance I heard tears drip
on to empty surfaces of listless things.
I was driven to the darkness of empty and fell in to despair
So I closed my eyes to silently except the tears
that had fallen on me.
Feeling remorse force open my eyes I looked
and saw yellow every where
lemons danced politely with buttercups
while rays of home kept the sparkles alive.
I too danced with the buttercups
and was intoxicated by the reminiscent lemons
and For awhile it was enough.
I was sustained on day dreams
and cocktails of imagination
floating on a thought through the horizon
On a wasted day spent twirling with canaries
I began to notice a single buttercup turned Orange.
A sweet citrus smell burned as I got closer to the
oddity and my smile began to limp away
I reached for it as it bent and slid through my hands
one last grasp and I was able to grab but one corner
Still I slap it on my face, but it failed to fit right.
So, I laid there, for a while, soaking in the death smell
of Orange and citrus, pondering the beauty of it all
and decided to pluck the unique from this primary world
and once again found myself in a world of white
I was not sad the yellow was gone
and had forgotten all of the burn from the sun
and I welcomed the white.
No longer drunk on death
I noticed the citrus was washed from my eyes
The orange buttercup fell to the void as I escaped.