There is no end to the imagery
found in marble walls.
Last night
I rode a marble horse
through a marvelous
moonlit dream.
When it stopped to drink
from a silver stream
you were there.
How that came to be
I'll never know...
Yet every time we meet
by that meandering
silver stream
we ride through wind blown
canyons in a recurrent
midnight dream.
c. Douglas Fireman
Gorgeous horse! Great poem too. I can just see the imagery through your words. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon.
ReplyDeleteI found that image at the Cultural Center
located in Chicago, Illinois. It's a favorite
of mine and I'm glad that it pleases you as well. Thanks mucho for your comment.
Hi Possum Patty.
I appreciate your visits
and your comments.