Early Works - As We Dance On Silver Lined Clouds Poem by David Harris

The ivory towers stretch heaven ward
through plumes of fluffy clouds
these towering strongholds
grace our daydream moulds
that catch our fleeting moments
in a passing tranquil mood.

Gallant knights on white chargers
maiden in crook of their arm
ride into the sunset
again and again
as our storybook falls open
at some undeemed page.

Round in increasing circles
go the ripples on a pond
slowly to vanish at striking an edge.
Round in decreasing circles
go the stars in our eyes
as we dance on silver lined clouds.


18 June 1981