Memories of Spring

After the lilacs have gone by, before golden flowers bloom we will walk through meadows soft and blue and feast on bread with honey stolen from autumn bees still drunk in love with sunflowers. After the lilacs have gone by, before red poppies dance, as we wake in meadows soft with dew you will kiss my honeyed lips and we will walk through springs still drunk in love with bluebells. After the lilacs have gone by, before brown leaves of autumn as we remember meadows green and new sweet dreams will flow like honey from a sunflower child with eyes the shade of bluebells