Windflowers, my father told me
not to go near them.
He said he feared them always and
he told me that they carried him away.
Windflowers,
beautiful
windflowers, I couldn’t wait to touch
them, to smell them, I held them closely
and now I can’t break away their sweet
bouquet disappears like the vapor in the
desert so… take a waring. Son.
Windflowers…
ancient
windflowers their beauty captures every
young dreamer who lingers near them
ancient windflowers I love you.
