Buttercup Meadow
Soft kisses in a field of gold
He lies me softly back on buttercup meadow,
The black curls that frame his face
Brush my cheek as he softly touches my lips with his.
How I love that face above me,
Features so fine they could move you to tears;
Or to write prose as I do now.
Sonnets that will sing of his black hair
And hazel brown eyes that can steal your soul,
Before you are even aware it has been taken.
He lies beside me, my love, raised up on one elbow,
Whilst the tee shirt sleeve on his other
Ruffles in the gentle breeze.
He gently sings to me as he traces the outline of my face,
With an artist’s finger.
The afternoon sun bathes us in a golden glow
Matched only by the buttercups all around us,
Lost in time and space, there is only he and I,
He that exists in my own private world
In my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams.
And if he should clumsily dance into my life
With his lopsided smile
I shall be only too happy ,
To be whisked away in a soft veil of ecstasy.
About the Creator
Sarah Fiander Harrison
A lover of animals, humans and our magnificent world. A heart bypass warrior, a mother, a wife, a poet!
A singer of songs, lover of life, so many things inspire my poetry. A Christian, I'm not religious, but I have great Faith in Our Lord.
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Comments (3)
Such lovely comments again, thank you everyone, I am so glad that you are enjoying them.
This is such a nice poem. Well done!
Awww, this was so wonderful! Loved your poem!