In A Field Of Words (Repost)

Away, far away, grows a flower of the deepest green
With golden flecks along the petals, that shine like stars above
Away, far away, grows a flower of my deepest dreams
My heart forever captivated by the beauty it contains

In a far off distant land, where the sun and moon collide
I was walking through a field of words, unable to find beauty
I could not find the word I wanted, for uninspired I was blind
Until my eyes set gaze upon the flower that has never left my mind

How beautiful it did appear, how beautiful it truly was
A match for this dream turned to reality, there is surely none
What good are words when there exists embodiment of beauty pure
A flower shining as the sun located in a world of shadows

Away, far away, grows a flower after my own heart
I could have plucked it then and there and bore it away, far away
But out of greatest love to see it prosper, and fear of a world without
I left it there, among my words, to brighten the world another day

Away, far away, grows a flower that I love
The guardian of my own heart, which I have buried at her roots
Away, far away, among the words I cannot find
Grows the flower that has shown me there is beauty in this world