In a Field of Sunflowers

Along Waya's journey he comes across the unnamed

Near a field of sunflowers I relax by the river 

Pluck each petal one by one, he loves me

He loves me not, I remember his touch and shiver

As a cold chill spirals up my spine, a lost memory

I look up with the feeling eyes are watching

Whispers in my ear as the wind blows

Shaking my head, it could be nothing

But intuition tells me to stay alert, then I say 'Hello'

Come out, come out, whoever you are, I repeat

Giggling echoes all around, then a teeny voice claims

We're here right before your eyes, look and see

I tilt my head down, am amazed to witness the unnamed

What are you?, I curiously inquired

We might ask the same of you, she said

Then I say, I'm not sure, after I rose from the fire

I was communicating with the Masters in my head

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interest place and story in the poem. I like how you led to the good ending. The questions of love and life. Are answered with time and chances took. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Thank you kindly for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Always a pleasure to read your poetry.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

And to read your words is a delight as well.

[Ana B.]

woah, captivating and with a unexpected twist. Nice work :)

[Brandon S. Whitten]

thank you kindly