By the Lake

We live in the seed yet to be planted content to be the parents of all this. It is good to let our eyes dream over the water together, you with your cool hand in mine. I watch you ascend up into the blue as magical as any eagle chasing it own invisible shadow, wondering why a woman so very warm within me when we roll in the ripple and spume of us how she can feel so pleasantly refreshing on a warm summers day. Of course, we are from over there, we are above the trees watching each other’s daydreams. This light-show is just for us there is no one else. The day beautifies itself as we dive into the lake to drown only to spin away as more flashes of amazements, yet like river rocks we remain still in the rush and flow bound to one breathing kiss of intimacy. Up in the treetops we have painted the sky above with all the possibilities that surface under the closed eyelids of lovers.