Winter Lake
The icy grip of winter freezes the very soul
The blizzard of million snow petals rages beyond control
Awe inspiring gyrfalcon sits on a poll
He’s look is fierce yet the spirit it can console
He looks to the endless horizon and his spirit wills ache
As he gases upon where sky meets the waters of the lake
He was hunting from the time sun would wake
Now mesmerizing sunset caresses the clouds above the lake
The sunset is golden but the sky is linen blue
While to the north there is darker hue
The mists of cold dense air cause that hue
But back to the south the gold is clear as is the blue
Later aura around the sun becomes purple almost violet
The clouds to the north are infect deep mysterious violet
But aura around golden sun is more scarlet
As gyrfalcon is waiting silent
On the other side of the lake there is a beacon
It leads tired after long journey ships’ captain
The beacon is brighter then the sun
But like moon it is silver blue that is the color of the spirit of the beacon
The waters of the lake are cold as waves hit the beach
The sand on the beach
Is reminiscent of summer but now there is no single soul on that beach
But the lesson that everything has its time it will teach
The beacon is bright because spirit in that place
Has no resistance in ever-growing continuous space
And since this is just the base
The one who has the trans phase of the soul of it is master of universe
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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