That Meadow of Daisies

Among all the lovely flowers that spring makes bloom on warm mornings, I chose the daisy for its daintiness and bright color as the golden hair of that first love at the age of seventeen! Irene was realistic, unlikely me: a delusive dreamer; we could have been great friends or even soulmates! I dreamt of children and their loud laughter, of joyful days spent in that meadow of daisies... showing our affection as we played together! You should have seen me picking up those yellow daisies and putting them in her long, blonde hair, as sunrays highlighted it with much radiance; that image truly harmonized with Nature in that meadow of daisies and it became almost sacred! I went back there at the end of summer to reminisce that lovely face so lit-up with joy, but thoughts of nostalgia incited some tears; beautiful one, reappear in that meadow of daisies... beautiful one, let my kisses be your ecstasy! Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci