I am the soft still lake at the foot of the mountain
reflecting your beauty and majesty at days begin
in distant mirrors reflection...
only your beauty shows
clouds may well transition...
while I mirror your repose.
Silent reverie swirls inward of spirits desire
in a reflection of an ever simmering fire
Welcoming elms with arms wide to sky
but only a host of the image am I.
The time in passing has with it brought
your long sought love to me naught
Now each bird song and each soft wind
rekindles the yearning from deep within.
You're close and yet you're distant still
silent now and ever will
be no more than my unanswered plea
yet your beauty reflects for eternity.