Winter Lake

The icy grip of winter freezes the very soul The blizzard of million snow petals rages beyond control Awe inspiring gyrfalcon sits on a poll He’s look is fierce yet the spirit it can console He looks to the endless horizon and his spirit wills ache As he gases upon where sky meets the waters of the lake He was hunting from the time sun would wake Now mesmerizing sunset caresses the clouds above the lake The sunset is golden but the sky is linen blue While to the north there is darker hue The mists of cold dense air cause that hue But back to the south the gold is clear as is the blue Later aura around the sun becomes purple almost violet The clouds to the north are infect deep mysterious violet But aura around golden sun is more scarlet As gyrfalcon is waiting silent On the other side of the lake there is a beacon It leads tired after long journey ships’ captain The beacon is brighter then the sun But like moon it is silver blue that is the color of the spirit of the beacon The waters of the lake are cold as waves hit the beach The sand on the beach Is reminiscent of summer but now there is no single soul on that beach But the lesson that everything has its time it will teach The beacon is bright because spirit in that place Has no resistance in ever-growing continuous space And since this is just the base The one who has the trans phase of the soul of it is master of universe