Birdwatcher's Dream

Simple tale of love unrequainted and so forth. I leave it all to the imagination of the reader. Take your luck and throw a pebble of thought or two against this stoney brook of thought.

A lovely locket of silver craft
Pocketed neatly to the breast
Jingling silently next to the still-beating heart.
Her hand slightly massaging the string
like the gentle flow of fiddler's reed.
He perched himself amongst the arches of an old white birch
older than the days of his grandparents.
Away swept the broom, off with his dreams.
Hopping amongst the pebbles of Dairy Lane,
She came upon a terrie that had lost is path.
So off went the terrie covered by her arm,
As he swam through the branches never
Losing sight.
The little girl cried her eyes away
like milky ways of white streams.
Her outcry like soft williows blown away by wind..
Cries ceased to fire as if it were a trumpet's call.
The little terrie danced away beneath small tattered legs
Off went the lady bobbing to and fro
like apples in a storm packed neatly in leaves.
His eyes paled with desire and stomach bottled its fear
Legs forced his stalk of prey
To catch the young fawn frolicking with glee.
Down by the embankment..she walked that way
Dazed and confused by the silent country.
Cocked her head back high, closed her eyes right tight,
Proceeded to walk with no remorse
Self-assisted suicide.
He wanted to run
He wanted to hide
He wanted to follow with her
Further she walked
Until her head disappeared..
Gone
Petals of rose...fallen by the stem
Bent, brusied, used.
But Out of the water from she slept arose a magnificent horse
White and folly,
Leaping across the sand
Before traveling back to sea.

*I know its not entirely splendid..but it was a five min. poem. Still has work to be done to it.. However hope you like.

Lynn
Would like some opinions..