Sunflowers- In the fields of gold outside of Fargo you saw your heart melt one day. Having no notion that she'd be the ocean, your vessel did seek more to sway. Still, in your mind you remember a time   when you breathed the mid-western air   the angle of light, its stars at night and a girl you may have left there. The bright red hair and skin so fair Now a spirit among your sunflowers. You dream of the day and search for a way your partings will only mean hours. 8/26/98