Autumn
delicately
held in the window
a painting
come alive
the Gold Wind
of me
coming together with
the Jade Dew
of you
as it we were
symbolic figures
in a tableau
surviving the centuries
written upon silk
becoming animated
by a passing breeze
figures in a freeze
the lovers of old
now one
with
the lovers of now
sharing the same
dream.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/same-dream/
