Friday, April 29, 2016

O how i wish to run to those Trees,*

O how wish i to run to those Trees
As if they  art becoming me,

Far away, not so farther I think The Trees stand,
Far away , no further than a Holy land,
So beautifully painted as if a scene,
Waking up, with deepest love, much like a Dream,

O how wish i to make a travel to,
There so colored whence doth stand You,
O how I wish to go running those meadow through
As if a dream, coming Home like, only for You.

(*Note: loosely based on the painting as attached, done by Jenny Rayneke,
Courtesy: Keith Linwood Stover, Iulia Gherghei,)

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