An Angel Bathing

I see you swimming so gracefully, in the little alcove beneath the trees, yet you are unaware. I have pulled in my oars, to let myself drift a bit, in body and mind, on the cool, deep green waters. I watch as the surface of the water, accepts the surface of your skin, so softly; so gently, and I am mesmerized by the motion. I take out my pen to write or draw the moment but it doesn’t do it justice, so I toss it aside, and merely drift and gaze upon your beauty. As the sun begins to set you walk softly upon the shore, into the forest until I can see you no more. I pull out the oars and sweetly smile as I head back across the lake, knowing I’ve seen an angel bathing today.