Her dreams lay dormant, hidden in the petals
I see her walking in the distant field
Her skin is glowing and her eyes reveal
The poppies rustle between her every step
Pulling her deeper as if under some spell
As she lay there amidst the poppies and their bed
A figure was watching her and guiding her head
Every night he would whisper to her the secrets
She heard a voice say: “Follow me”
