Field of Flowered Dreams

My mind wanders to you
Warming me inside
like hot tea and milk
comforted by truth
as I weave through
my garden of thorns
looking towards the east
the glow of days to come
guiding me down this path
into a meadow of poppies
where I will lie and rest
Dream of happy things
time shared you and me
hoping down deep
my memory guides you
back to me as I sleep
when the sun shines down
during the midday hour
waking us face to face
surrounded by the flowers

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