Saturday, 6 August 2016

Liquid at Day's End

Sitting on the dock
Of the lake called Swan
Watching the sun descend

Birds sing their evensong
As the sun's reflection
Bathes the water
Gold and pink

I think I see a smile
As the sun rests
On the horizon
Beneath brightly-tinted clouds

I am immersed
In this moment
Mesmerized, moved
By the water's rhythm
And with its flow
I am united

And you are here with me
August 20, 2013

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