In wings of Amapola I'm wrapped...a new seed found
Atop round midnight strands circlets keep my dreams
I'm drunk, intoxicated spring has poured right through my veins
I sit on dirt side dreams The desert calls my name For now, I sit, I wait I watch through windowpanes
I watch my crystal world Where butterflies are dancing And hummingbirds are diving They dive into white Lilies then jump into Camellias While Zinnias wait their turn
The lilacs look my way and tell me, "soon your turn... Your turn is coming soon" I smile...all I do For now, I sit, I wait... like Zinnias wait their turn
Wrote when I had no choice, but to be in bed for daaaays! the longing to go outside, to feel the sun, to touch the soil