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