© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com _______________________________________________ I took this pic in Zakopane, Poland. We walked in the mountains several days. _______________________________________________ For more information about my art: info@benheine.com _______________________________________________ Threads of Fine Gold A poem by Peter S. Quinn The light in the morning Have threads of fine gold From abysses of yearning The reality cannot hold Each thread is in shine To give you more to make Comes there line to line To touch you and to awake Those aspirations to give That fallen have from the sky And you must again relive Like silver clouds drifting by To make your own path on earth In reaching the limitless reach And show of accomplish worth That gives you purpose and teach This light becomes within If it is made of this: Sunshine of daybreak’s spin In threads from its awakening bliss And giving hope to you Like rainbow’s pots beyond To make dreams come true From its prospect magic wand