We sit
in an enormous field
that greens
around us
your blue dress
nailing us to
the centre of the universe
you making me
jewellery
of bright young daisies
as I breathe softly
upon a dandelion clock
and time
holding forever
your laughing
beautiful face
smiling through the dancing
dandelion seeds
as I smile
years later through my tears
What phrasing! That green field with 'Your blue dress nailing us to the center of the universe! ' Just awesome, and just the way children feel they are! Perfect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one again dónall