windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some
purple red
some
green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

I look towards Spring
Of growing things...
With Gentle winds
Caress the skin

With Windflowers
Fluff of Dandelion
And Milkweed Seed
***** willows, Cattails

And cotton woods
On warm spring Breeze
They can tickle your Nose
And bring on a sneeze

As they sparkle in the Air
As Faeries had tossed them there
In Golden Sunshine

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we glow
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

"Oh tell me once and tell me twice
  And tell me thrice to make it plain,
When we who part this weary day,
  When we who part shall meet again."

"When windflowers blossom on the sea
  And fishes skim along the plain,
Then we who part this weary day,
  Then you and I shall meet again."

"Yet tell me once before we part,
  Why need we part who part in pain?
If flowers must blossom on the sea,
  Why, we shall never meet again.

"My cheeks are paler than a rose,
  My tears are salter than the main,
My heart is like a lump of ice
  If we must never meet again."

"Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,
  And live or die, for all's in vain;
For life's in vain since we must part,
  And parting must not meet again

"Till windflowers blossom on the sea,
  And fishes skim along the plain;
Pale rose of roses let me be,
  Your breaking heart breaks mine again."

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we glow
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we glow
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some purple and red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we gleam
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

The wreath, quick, I am dying!
Weave it quick now! Sing, and moan, sing!
Now the shadow is darkening my throat,
and January's light returns, a thousand and one times.

Between what needs me, and my needing you,
starry air, and a trembling tree.
A thickness of windflowers lifts
a whole year, with hidden groaning.

Take joy from the fresh landscape of my wound,
break out the reeds, and the delicate streams,
and taste the blood, split, on my thighs of sweetness.

But quick! So that joined together, and one,
time will find us ruined,
with bitten souls, and mouths bruised with love.

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some purple and red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
and
it
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one