Once in the woods I saw
A misty hue
So many blue bells
That I thought of you

It is spring again and
Who can tell
Whether you visit here
In the blue mist dell.

I envisage you walk bare
Foot among the hue
With your toes pressed
In the carpet of blue

Are you the angel who
In the night
Turn the flowers to a
Cool mystery white

Then at dawn you weave
Once more
The blue carpet that spreads
On the woodland floor.

Sweet blue bells all around
That I still dream just the same
Dear mother as bluebell
Was once your fantasy name.

Joyce Gale © 2007
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