it\'s a breeze
to be a poppy in the field
and if i had lungs i could breathe
so deeply and slow
and be one with the
graceful wind blow
but i lie here for rest forever
dancing with the whim of the weather
and there you are so poised
and tall
feet planted firmly like a tree
in fall
and a captivation comes over me so wholly
and commands every moment of me
to abandon my post
and rise from the field
to take up my sword
and leave behind my shield
and take one lumbering step
after another
until i walk
i run
i trip and lie
sweating in the sun
and crawl
for a minute
before rising again
and getting back in it
just to get to closer to you
to be with you a moment before i have to go back
back to the field
where i sit so still
and even in this dance
this beautiful chance
i am carried again
only by a different wind
lying in a separate sky
i never wanted a will
but back there my petals
were nearly turning blue
and if i had a heart
it would beat for you