Nebraska Artists and then some ...

in my dreams of yesterday you stand before my eyes you smiling face . . . your laughing eyes . . . I feel your love today as I did yesterday I feel your arms about me gently holding me intertwining . . . locked in our love your lips are on mine burning with untold words and feeling love's fires burning in our breasts filling me with that wondrous ache of love now . . . the empty days and empty night cling to my very soul leaving me alone with yesterday's love ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss picture owned by Cassie Houser

There is a place, an enchanted place, not so very far from here; when the season is right and the moon rises high in the midnight sky. It is a fantasy night, a wonderful night, when the fairies will dance until the dawn's early light.    It is this night, this enchanted night, that the dragon comes in her flight to place her egg in the hallowed out stump that stands in the bottom of a dried out lake, one year from this very same day. When the moon rises high in the ebony sky, and the fairies will dance until dawn's early light, that the dragon will again take off in her flight to reclaim what is rightfully hers … that which she placed in the hallowed out stump. She will sail through the sky with her babe by her side, heading in a line with the pale moon light until she is out of your sight this I have been told by the men of old, who swear by God that it is true  ~ Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poetry by Sandra S. Marquiss 

Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser

Art Work by Sandra S. Marquiss