I dream of making daisy chains
in shrouded meadows
bright in my mind.
I count petals and the days of summer
and sing tuneless hymns
in the fields of night.
I try to light like the fireflies,
project a beacon for coming home.
All I do, really, is shine for you
split my stems
fit another one in,
links in a chain of timeless lives.
I whisper to the growing trees,
they are all I see
no forest or glen.
Your eyes are in every one.