Friday, November 12, 2010
Image:J.R..sell between the lakes
Slowly, nonchalantly I pass the bushes,
Little birds sing along,
It's not sun set,
It's not yet dark,
The sky is now turning Mauve.
Reminiscence of long lost days,
When dew drops and butterflies,
I would chase.
Stopping at purple poppies,
Lost in dreams.
Sugar tarts packed for the sun,
And some honey and just half a bun.
The sunshine would make me high.
Just some water from the lake and some lovely sky.
A chimera of sorts,
I sneak a reflection of myself at the lake!
I see more then all it fakes.
Shows me pastures green,
The golden falling,
houseflies in agony,
The mauve's french kiss, the cloud's touch.
Feathery wind and harmony within..
Between the lakes I love to be.
Neighbor of my fantasy dreams.
Here I believe my canvas hue,
fills love in the night's stew.
The rosy woods are thorny sweet.
I will never forget,
Between the lakes I want to be.
Posted by devangini at 11:50 PM