Carry me to a lush Irish countryside-
To dance a pas de deux, among flowers grown wild;
Soft, gentle rhythms, leaving pristine the painting below,
Carry me to wide open fields, to lie with mother nature.
Pick a daisy for me, he loves me... he loves me not-
Questions long since asked and lovingly answered;
Twirl me ‘round in your arms, release my tensions,
Brush up against me, in a field of dreams.
Red now transcends delicate daisies, poppies mingle-
Opiate intoxication, aided by love's sensual peace;
Fall with me now, crashing atop a field wild and vast,
Two souls sing sweet cadence, devoured in simplistic beauty.
Red and white tangle amidst loves presence-
Serenity...passion...peace, grace our world;
No one exists, in our secret field,
Two hearts unite within meadows of red and white bliss.
Robin Bennett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-poppies-meet/
