I see you <br />coming through these fields of joy <br />through the blaze of wheat <br />lost in <br />this shimmering heat <br />haze <br />with & without <br />form <br /> <br />now a scarlet dress <br />now nothing but a flame <br />burning <br />in the distance <br />my heart <br />flaming with desire <br />at the thought of the touch of your hand <br />the ordinary everyday miracle of your smile <br />transforming itself into the mystery of your kiss <br /> <br />I see you <br />coming through <br />my fields of joy <br />a red flame <br />disguising itself <br />as a woman <br />shimmering through wheat <br />my heart lost <br />in this haze of heat <br />my voice <br />erases <br />the distance <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />closes down <br />the distance <br /> <br />longing for <br /> <br />the nearness <br />of your nearness <br /> <br />my words <br />set free to the sky <br /> <br />fly <br />into the shape <br /> <br />that birds would make <br />if they could write: <br /> <br />“I love you! ” <br /> <br />across this blue <br /> <br />you <br /> <br />waving <br /> <br />waving <br />at my voice<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fields-of-joy/
