Upon a steed of white came he <br />As I stepped from the mist, <br />He did dismount - I did recount <br />That moment we first kissed. <br />T'was by the tree, He knelt to me <br />My hands under my cloak <br />Declaring love and strength <br />As big and wide like the mighty Oak. <br />As the mist surrounds <br />Where no one's heeding <br />Unspoken words <br />Where love lies bleeding, <br />Carved into the base of that old oak tree <br />The intials are of him and me... <br />And wherefound - tiny pieces <br />Of a silver cloak <br />Hence from tiny acorns <br />Grow the Mighty Oaks.<br /><br />Irina Whitford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-i-had/
