Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
~ Don McLean – Vincent
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: Light the Night
Horse Dreams
Take me to the place you go
to run wild, spirited and free.
Show me your favorite meadow,
your path to what feels like heaven
and the view that compels you to pause.
Teach me strength and grace,
to be noble yet humble,
and adventurous, but not unwise.
Share the secret of effortless beauty.
Don’t take me home ‘til you’ve looked at me
with eyes that touch my soul… then promise me
we can do it all again tomorrow!
Photo taken in Ireland
for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Roads
More “dream” poems:
Foto Friday #77
Gothic Church at Kylemore Estates near Galway, Ireland – built in 1874
Ruins of Medieval Catholic Church in St. Andrews, Scotland – built in 1158
The Colosseum in Rome, Italy – built between 70 – 80 AD
Sometimes it seems the older it is, the smaller it makes you feel.
For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy Challenge: Make Yourself Feel Small
Foto Friday #76
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter… four seasons of vanishing or leading lines
Foto Friday #75
Amsterdam is a beautiful city with charming canals, but some of them can get very busy!
I Still See You When I Dream
Last night
you joined me in my dream.
We took a walk
like we always used to do
to that place
you always loved
down by the river.
I threw a stick
into the shallows and you ran
as if a ghost dog
I couldn’t see
might get there first.
You brought it back to me
and dropped it at my feet,
looking up with the happiest face
I’d ever seen
free of pain… of weariness… and burden.
At the end of my dream
you trotted off to your heavenly home,
wagging your tail
just so I’d know
you didn’t mind.
I woke up to another day without you – and I smiled!
This one’s for you, Heidi Girl, to commemorate what would have been your 17th birthday. It is a follow-up to my post A Poem for Heidi
Foto Friday #74
There is a magic to the landscape of Scotland. The shadows seem to snuggle in the hills, the sun knows just where to shine, and colors tend to find their most unique shade of perfection. Like Walt Whitman said ~ “I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell”. To me, Scotland is one of those divine things – indescribable!
