I will dream in fields-
they lay before me behind closed eyes,
dappled with daisies and buttercups
in a corner of my mind where peace resides.
I will touch the delicate petals
softly as they whisper to me their tales
of spring and birth to fall and death
as they seem to smile in perfection
I will become a swaying stem.
I will be in fields of memory
with each piece I encounter of sadness
and the anger stirred in restless souls,
I will retreat to this place of quiet
where I may hear my heart beat gently
in tune with the universe around.
Here there will be acceptance
and love of the simple and forgiving
as I stand on the rich fertile soul below my feet
I will again be thankful
that I am alive
dreaming in daisies and yellow bits of beauty.