Poetry With Hart

I dream of the drums
Your kisses echo
down the valley of men
poised for battle
with a whiskey keg.
The goose is cooked,
green laced wedding dress
with a flower crown.

I dream of you in yarrow
I dream of dandelion fluff
I dream of me loving you
I dream of you loving me
I dream of our honeymoon
Making love within that lake
I dream of my curls and your mane.

The drums hold fast and steady
lightweight in our hands
bodhran beautiful blues band,
the mountains holding
curved green points,
and you holding me
as I held you.