Relaxing
By a dry river
Remembering other days
Other days so far away
Sweet sunlight
Of sunset
An emerald carpet
Of living fields
A silent canopy of trees
Trunks bathed in red
Touched by heavenly embers
White clouds, drifting pink,
Twilight horizons
Terraced fires
And the glory
Of river water
Flowing
Even though
I can only bathe in a memory
The dream is magical
Relaxing
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran ~
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. ~ Dennis Gabor ~
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads. ~ Marianne Moore ~
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. ~ Carl Sandburg ~
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis~
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof. ~ Rene Char ~
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. ~ Kahlil Gibran~
The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. ~ Native American Proverb ~
We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are. ~ The Talmud ~
