From a Distance
A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope
In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle
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The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;
In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling
A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...
A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,
From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2011
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