Outside My Window For Contest
A million shimmering lights twinkling in the moonlight
paint their glittering shadows across the blue lagoon,
as upturned dancing candles’ hot flickering fingers
curl to beckon me beneath the whispering waters.
Two swans; lost in their embrace, interlaced with shadows;
serenity in motion, but not a ripple made.
Patrolling borders as one, parading their passion
as if no-one is watching, together forever.
But the vista disappears as harsh tones fill my ears
and my new panorama now slides away from sight;
the truck which bore my tableau pulls away to reveal
in it’s glory, the old view; my neighbour's dull back yard.
Bill Lindsay
September 12th 2015
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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