The Touch of Lake Tahoe

Quietly recalling Those few days long past Where night rose undisturbed Allowed to live in solitude Distant from the hum of the city And the glare of its radiance For here silence is silence And dusk mutes the mountainside Giving fearful pause even to dawns eye In the pallid glow of moonlight Stand the great Ponderosa Pines Veiled shadows of ominous parsons Resolutely guarding midnight faith Sweet tendrils of vanilla incense Wafting on Rocky Mountain breezes Like passions vogue allegory A smooth and round obsidian stone Washed upon a retracted beach My modest moment of reality Smoothed over by times hands On this mountain lake… …Settling me to begin anew