By: Amoureax Amant
If I condensed white horse ran in crisp rain,
when rain sprinkled like oil greened sea of plain,
I would chase last sunbeam into twilight,
till hush of galaxy emerged in night.
If I condensed pale dove flew through ripe grain,
over mountain circled by roses neck chain,
I would chase fireflies twinkled with starlight,
till chirps of larks broke cloud sprinkled daylight.
If I condensed goldfish swam through coral,
when canvases sailed on sea like peach petal,
I would sail through canvases like an arrow,
toward harbor lined with shifting willow.
I ran on plain like white horse in sunshine,
and swam in sea like goldfish waved wave line.