Buffy Sainte-Marie
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
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- Power In the Blood
- Pathfinder: Buried Treasures
- Running For The Drum
- Coincidence and Likely Stories
- The Best of Buffy Sainte-Marie Vol. 2
- Sweet America
- Fire & Fleet & Candlelight
- Many A Mile
- Miscellaneous
- Up Where We Belong
- Changing Woman
- Buffy
- Folk Got Soul
- The Pathfinder
- The Pathfinder, Buried Treasures
- 2008-06-26: Leonard Cohen Tribute, Montreal Jazz Fest,...
- Respect: A Century of Women in Music
- All Woman 2
- Best of Buffy Sainte-Marie
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