In the magic hours before the dawn <br />When early risers stretch and yawn <br />And the city stops its thunderous roar <br />And slumbers like a raddled whore <br />Shy creatures scurry out of sight <br />And shun the early morning light <br />The austere lines of city towers <br />Change, in those shifting, silent hours. <br /> <br />Dreaming fantasies now revealed <br />Castles in an emerald field. <br />For just a while, all can behold <br />Diamond glints on streets of gold. <br />And so, as secret lovers kissed <br />Cloaked in the curling morning mist, <br />A kind of ageless beauty fine <br />Is cast in every city line.<br /><br />christine mcCherry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/castles-in-an-emerald-field/
