I dreamed I was a mighty whale
And you a majestic white horse,Who lived on an arid plain so stale
You couldn’t find love’s source.
My habitat was a blue green cove
Where I often swam and dove,
And though our forms were sealed by fate
We found we could communicate.
Sourced through Scoop.it from: archetypeinaction.com
by Skip Conover in Honor of International Poetry Day
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