For Ophelia
Dappled light plays on a mossy bank
as the tranquil waters of an idle stream
meander dreamlike through summer,
thick with nature's bounty. The only sound
on the pregnant air is the stirring of a
dragonfly's wing as it sings it's summer
song on this long, lazy day. Along the way
a maiden chances and dances, barefoot
among the camomile, whilst, all the while,
humming a tuneful air and, weaving flowers
in her hair, reclines supine by the babbling stream
perchance to dream or while away the day
in idle play as sunbeams dance at the rivers edge.
Her limpid hand idly lands in the cooling waters
at her side whilst hidden fishes secretly glide
the river's race and, on her face, a look of complete
tranquility. Lost in the reverie of her borrowed moment,
as, in the foment of her idle rapture the flaccid waters
try to capture a moment in time, a time sublime,
when he was hers and the world was theirs
and nothing else mattered, but the dream was shattered,
and here she lies and sighs amongst the campion and
meadowsweet, waiting. Anticipating his return, but
the memories burn and the yearning never subsides
as her body gently glides into the waters welcome caress
and her diaphanous dress floats, dreamlike into oblivion.
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