Poppies

I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you Asleep in your summer A garland of flowers Yellow and white around your waist While I walk these paths of ice Ice my breast And strings of ice my hair My hands two hooks of steel Ice nose, snow eyes Frozen open mouth Flakes of snow your bridal veils I come down the soft white path Bouquets of poppies Spilling from my heart