Best Peacewater Poems
The sun is shinning and warming the air
I close my eyes and look up to feel the heat
Its amazing how my skin is warming
I hear the birds singing in the trees
I keep my eyes closed still feeling the heat
I feel a drop of water on my face it can't be
How can it be my eyes are still closed
I still feel the heat then another drop
I wipe my cheek and open my eyes to see
the bright sun above the birds singing
and the drops of water on my cheekswell
they were coming from me......
Blue-gray foggy mist hanging over the lake like an ethereal blanket obscuring
the surface of the water and making the scene look like an artist's water color
or perhaps pastels, the chalk blended lightly with a finger tip, the far shore
barely visible from where I sit, ancient trees rising like giants, silent sentinels,
defiant, too early for the usual chatter of the birds, they still sleep,
undisturbed, only one awake is me and the occasional turtle coming up to
breathe, gently disturbing the placid lake surface as evidenced by a single ring,
its purpose to slowly expand and dissipate noiselessly, as the orange sun has
begun to peek over the horizon and that magical time is gone, those few
moments between the darkness of night and the harsh light of dawn, that gray
soft interlude before reality intrudes, when it seems the whole world
sleeps...and the stillness and the silence is overwhelming.
In the water I am beautiful,
Everything shines,
My blemishes are blurred,
And untouched by time,
In the water I am beautiful,
And baptised anew,
Innocent in nature's womb,
A fetus in a crystal tomb,
In the water I am beautiful,
All I hear is the tide,
Cruel words are washed away,
Nothing comes inside,
In the water I am beautiful,
My body is gone,
In the water I am beautiful,
With the water I am one.