have always been our spirits
as fancies my heart?
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
to her tributaries
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
The poem is beautifully written.
Many thanx for the compliment… and the visit, Sheryl.
so sweet 🙂
Places like this really crack my fancy. Thanx for your visit.
A favorite theme which I occasionally have to pen down.
Many thanx, Linda. Somehow this old pic inspired me that day.