In Flower Fields
The moon a shawl over her shoulders
almost replacing his arms'embrace,
In her wine-glass pools of light floating
reflect the glow upon his face.
His deep-set eyes like summer ripples
carry her thought to tulip fields
Recalling sunsets when she first saw him
far from the city's unwinding streets.
Next to the old mill on a soft blanket,
patchworked from grass and falling leaves,
Its there He whispered hundred sweet nothings
The air was filled with a fragrant breeze.
Throughout this night She wanders lonely
Far from dry lands to evergreens,
Sailing alone above blue waters
to meet the author who built her dreams.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2019
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