forget me not

The tiny blue flower, once you mentioned
It blooms along the railway,
fills both sides with concern,
brings a sound to my ear:
Forget me not.

Put her in a book———
Once you read, it turns up.
It shines as a moonstone at night,
soft shimmer will knit
dreams into a Chinese knot.

I never knew that I owned the treasure.
It emerged from the dark.
The Chinese blue pattern
covering the lid of a teapot is saying:
Forget me not.

You never knew you touched the key.
Followed your steps with sound,
mobile hoarse noise mixed strong song.
All these passed via the cellphone:
Forget me not

I am flying, you are driving.
The road goes
following the blooms.
Whatever it is, it’s the lot.