Ode To The Lake

Feet of barest integument Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal Unscathed by this immaculate earth Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminate Flushest pale skin, inflicted by summer's kiss Warmest pure sun, wholiest body kept snug Wrapped up in the becoming of never ceasing solace If I stop swiftly here I can witness all of what is and if I listen near, I will hear brothers and sisters of song birds, trees, their bliss All together now, we dance in harmony Seldom bound by our differences, simply just alive and breathing Forever seeing the graces and multitudes of endless sky and tree line Counting waves washing, woven over fleeting sands by design As I stand before you wisest of teachers, mother of all creatures I am welcomed by the hands of your soil, who carry me through tiresome, lonely and unbearable days long and wistfully too, held trudging your pathways skipping along Your silver moon greets the tips of leaves and night owls She sways and beckons shadows in illuminated light Whispering to trees to rest now, and softly sleep She is mother of the night sky, keeper of the stars twinkling bright When nigh puts away her reigns, a beaming ball of gleam rouses Pardon my stares, for these lands will endlessly daze me Once there were days of disconnect and doubt Through you, loveliest woods of the lake, the shackles of my heart now lie agape Incessant memories and feelings of you replace darkness once had Perpetually in gratitude for your graces, your lessons and holding