The path of the daffodils
Runs hushed;
Take me there, my lover
We’ll dance beside
The swaying marigolds
Whispering in the breeze
You and I
Can slip beneath
The blanket of scarlet poppy;
We will be concealed
From all
But eyes of immortals
Violets will cushion our feet;
They will curl as anklets
As we steal kisses
Beneath the blossom trees
The path of the daffodils
Runs hushed;
Let’s go, my lover.
