A Day and a Night At the Lake
Devoted rays of sunshine heat,
Like ribboned baubles on the lake,
Ride slow the roll of waves to meet
The pebbled shore where urchins bake.
Sporadic faded slate-gray clouds
Invade the space of empty sky
Away from crushing caustic crowds
Where silent sounds are sure to die.
The gilded glitter mixed in sand,
Will sparkle through late afternoon,
When new dawn wakes another land
And evening breezes greet our moon.
The darkness calls eternal stars,
As old and bold Orion sighs,
We drink our tea from half-quart jars
And plaintive loons cry their goodbyes.
The moon is blue and cold-bone white,
Illuminated lunacy;
It steals your mind away at night
Transforming your identity.
A fairy tale we know untrue
But children love to hear it told
Though even they don't misconstrue
What is the truth as lies unfold.
We huddle round a heated pit
With sleeping angel progeny -
The product of a perfect fit
When eros was reality.
The measure of this treasured day,
Now dimmed by night's consumptive cloak,
Is cherished children as they played
With us the shell around the yoke.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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