Daisies

In a perfect life
you bring me daisies,
sprinkle them on the morning’s table
of our life together—
gather them gently from June fields,
enormous bunches
left humbly at my feet

or next to the cool sheets of a bed
where we find each other,
our bodies free to explore like children
discovering the magic of fireflies
at dusk.

You drag the white petals softly
over my eyes
closed in meditation
dreaming of waking
to the greatest mysteries of these days.

We are each other’s guide
to the peace of flowers
and only knowing
the enormous pull
of love.