Visions dance in my head

of lullaby fairies

and mountains of gold

Poppyfield lovers

and elegant monsters

Of love on the dew

and kisses of sugar

Of sweet bitter boys

and happy-go-sad ones

Of purple marathon angels

And daffodil pickums

Of magical mundanes

and perfect flaws

But most of all

In all of these,

Between the poppies

and me

I dream of you.

And you blow me tear-kisses

that are lost on the wind

in a perfectly still sky

With no blue, with no color.

Just you and me

And the poppies.