Faces looking up, the story unfolds–
how peacocks came to be, unending love,
the mystery of dancing cranes and the magic
of a green maiden–
stories, the power of the image,
the faces looking up, the eyes far away
in another time and place,
as the storyteller weaves the magic cloth
of imagination.
Mountain Poet 
“the faces looking up, the eyes far away
in another time and place,”
GrannySue, you are magic in every way.
Thank you, Virginia. I try.