On a bed of red poppies
We dreamed higher than the stars
And the wind that stirred the grass
Blew the sails of thoughts and hopes
Beyond the veil of blue to
An infinitely inviting space
Where Dreams Go
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RED GLADIOLA 
“We dreamed higher than the stars”, ahh! I love those moments. Beautifully composed poem.
Thank you! Dreaming is a wonderful thing. =)