Sunday, May 18, 2014

Imagine your mind


Imagine, your mind,
wandering,

until it imagines itself home,

raindrops on a silver coach,
clattering on stones,

a sign nailed on with flowers,
proprietor of a quaint hotel,

hand pump in the yard,
bower, bell,

a final end to war,

gentle hands to smooth
the bedsheets

down.



6 comments:

Jan said...

I can imagine it all through your beautiful words, William~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....

Jonathan Chant said...

Ah, tis gorgeous.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jonathan....

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

As usual, no letdown here, my friend.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, too, Vassilis.

Amazing, this kind and quiet circle, and how lucky you all make me feel.