I sit among the wildflowers.
Growing where they desire and free.
The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to you.

I remember my beautiful lady dancing with the moving trees.
Wildflowers in her hair.
Laughter in her voice.

We fell together  in the paradise of love and knowing no fear.
In the field of the wildflowers.
We learn love is free to the young and fearless in heart.

I want to travel back in time.
Dance with sweet dreams lost in a field of wildflowers.

To kiss my wildflower dream once more.
To know the beauty of real love and freedom once again.

Some dreams cannot be touched again.
We relive them is sweet dreams.
Dancing in the wind of time.

Coyote
June 2013