Silver Lilies

To be wrapped in silver lilies
And pink dandelions
Would be, a heaven’s heaven.
To feel the dew in my hair,
The wind on my face,
And to see it then dancing
With fallen leaves,
Crisped by the sun.
A dance of love and loss.
A dance of deep passions long dormant;
of hot breaths
That fog glass,
And conceal lovers from giant’s eyes,
And wicked noses