The call of the loon sounds out
Bathed within the sound of the lapping ripples that wiggle across the lake
I find myself at peace
As the evening comes to pass
All is calm this early morn
Simple thoughts stream through my mind
As the thin layer of misty gray fog breaks
Like a curtain or veil being drawn back
To part the scene for my eyes to behold
Its natures naturally born guru at its best
Bringing daylight to the darkness
With every moment there is a memory
And long lost reflections of the past
Branded true with its very own range of emotions
Teaching me a new way to dream while awake.
© 2011
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