At the fields of sunflowers on bloom

Sometimes, you take me to,
The fields of sunflowers,
On bloom as i those  blooming hearts find,

They arrive so golden, so scenic, beauteous,
Drenching me, lighted, porous,

i run through them, those yellow golden flowers,
Getting their enchanting fragrance,
Their pollens, getting attached to my shirt, my arms, my hands,
Their yellow, making me their part,

Sometimes, I go the fields of sunflowers, such,
That i go like a traveler, a Soul,a Troubadeur,
Seeking recluse, in thy panoramic scence, a Bower.