Fields of Poppies
Bright fields of poppies blushing red
Are in my dreams of you
Streaming down the grassy hill ahead
Lies a river of crystal blue
Each night in dreams I wait upon the hill
Slowly picking flowers there
To place in vases upon my windowsill
And grace my wavy hair
With all my lovely flowers in full view
I wait for your sweet face
To meet me like you always do
In our secret place
In my dreams I always run to you
When I see you near
To show you what I picked for you
And hold you close my dear
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Bright fields of poppies blushing red
Are in my dreams of you
Streaming down the grassy hill ahead
Lies a river of crystal blue
Each night in dreams I wait upon the hill
Slowly picking flowers there
To place in vases upon my windowsill
And grace my wavy hair
With all my lovely flowers in full view
I wait for your sweet face
To meet me like you always do
In our secret place
In my dreams I always run to you
When I see you near
To show you what I picked for you
And hold you close my dear
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
6 comments:
I love poppies so the imagery in this poem is perfect, I don't know how you do it Neva.
Truly precious. What sweet dreams. Sweet memories are priceless. I like this!
Happy Birthday Neva!
This poem is as Lovely as the Poet who wrote it..
What Incredible Art to represent it.. Outstanding!
(Have a Fabulous Birthday..)
Thank You for sharing your amazing talents with us everyday..
You are an incredible inspiration to allofus..❥•.•.♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸♥♥•❤❤❤❤
beautiful,filled with alot of love!!!
Lovely imagery , Brought a smile to me-
Happy birthday Neva... I hope your day was as nice as your poem. :)
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