By the Lake of the Descendent Moon
Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!
Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence;
only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue!
The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow
and glance at the narrow paths,below,
verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies...
where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions!
Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance...
staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far;
as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar
with his invigorating and skillful fingers!
And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes
itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience;
unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales
to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!
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