Lakeside

Here by this lake, the willows weep; Dawn light awakes from deep dark sleep. Pagodas stand: twin radiant calm; See bridge arch trend with distant palms. The waters flow in slow cascade; Sense a bright glow in fluid parade. Picturesque view of small boats far; Diverts my que from thoughts ajar. The cast of light upon the lake Now floods my sight with a new take. Our moments here in strange tour west Springs inner cheer that builds fond zest. Sometimes a scene plays with sure heart An unknown win that sparkles start. These weeping vines that willows hang In sad incline wring sorrow's pangs. By lakeside verge, a thought finds me Words that emerge to hurl and be. Leon Enriquez 23 Mar 2014 Singapore