I sit here where thoughts of you
seem to lay upon my mind
like a gentle carpet fresh and new
of daisies and buttercups, the hue
that only springs within my mind
Whenever I think of you.
I see massive fields rich in bloom
the Sun either dawning or setting
the sky, more dramatic in its blue
a world I really never ever new
Till you awakened within
aroused the flame
whispered the morning
And noticed my name.
Now I seem ever connected too
drawn within to the need true
that all I want revolves through and between
all these pictures of you, my heart it would seem
only wishes the moment, dares to dream the care
of your blue eyes, your shining hair
to fold all around me like a breath of air
The woman I love, her thoughts I share.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph