When the Nightshade made its deadly call
And erased a life at 33
Amid the angry cries of a tormented soul
A forget-me-not flowered blue scenes

It seemed forgotten in tears of injustice
As angry epithets spewed
Awaiting the winter soltice caress
Of numbing placeboes time tunes

There the small blue flowers called
Forget-me-not they chant
He grows barely noticed around her souls parlor
Whispering memories of thoughts implanted

Forget-me-not memories saved of wisdom
Sent amid a boundless spirit un contained
He is here always here as his scent looms
Soothing and caressing her spirtual pain

A timeless specter reborn consumes
Her helpless dispair flight
Growing pure as the lotus blooms
Flowering towards his perpetual light

He forgot-me-not she smiles again
Light blue blooms forever seen
Along her unconcious heart refrain
Cast deep from her eyes of green