Visions on A Mud Ball. Walking in Fields of Gold. By Moreno Franco

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Donna Darkwolf and I were returning to Bracknell. U.K. from Johannesburg. We stopped on the highway to stretch our legs.

By sheer coincidence the CD playing was Sting's "Fields of Gold" - as we were passing this farm, and Donna wanted to get out and walk in the fields.
I was walking behind Donna taking photos of her, as we walked back to The WOLF.

At some point after we had settled back in to our Durbanville house and home, I was able to get all my photos off my camera and onto my computer.
But, none of them was that great.
So I magicked up this image, and I mailed it to Donna - along with this poem that I composed for her.

"I recall, My Lovely, that I felt that looking at your supine sculpture, as if my heart could leap out of my mouth – in some last sacrifice to you.

There in tomorrow’s light

Your hair streams as dark as night

Just passed

And I dreamed then I could live forever

As I have now all these years later

With the memory

Gold in the promise of

Dreams you made come true".

My office was in one of the rooms in our purple cottage, in our back garden.
Moments later I could hear Donna's rushed footsteps on the cobbled path, between the house and the cottage.
She swept into my office and flung her arms around me - hugging and kissing:
"This is why I Love Us! Let's have a picnic brunch in our Rose Garden.
Come on, Soldier! Back to the Kitchen with you!"
And my Shiny Wife would be ordering up her menu. Setting out the blanket and cushions.
And I? - I commence making Breakfast for Two!

And Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness

As I serve my beautiful wife, she happily excited to be seated out in our corner of her Rose Garden - I recite from the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám:
“Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -
and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow!”

It reminds me of how I found my -
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