Windswept Dreamers Poem by Elizabeth Shield

melancholy
midsummer's dreamers
passing sunny days and clear blue skies
and missing the rain
like fragile flowers
poppies amongst the golden wheat
divided
and the winds of destiny blow
their seeds, to far off places
the dreamers go, leaving their bodies behind,
they yearn by the poolside
whilst the hot sun beats blindingly down
separate from their peers
in repose
in thought
in wonder
the mass of humanity flows unbidden
the arcing sun, the waning day, the passing time
irrelevant
others return home
but always,
there are dreamers, with hearts far away