Out on the bay and watery lake
The mesmerizing cloud awakes
A dream
Of distant shores
In the pink, soft light
And quiet, sky aglow
On a sun spoilt day
The secret tree
Stretches in a weakened wind
And wraps its angled sleeves
Toward a softer, tamer place
It’s share of days
Kept close
Within the curving boughs
The sea and voice of yellowed sand
Amidst the green
Of a playful land
A laughing wind
That blows in the waves
Of a sun spent surf
English slate and layered seams
Crackling with roots and trunks
Pushing through stone and clumsy earth
We reach
Above and skyward
Accepting the possibility of air and light
Breathing winds
And hoping for life
In simple days
Circling
Catching the right angle
And leveling the weight
Our target of sinking flight
Lights
Signalling to land
Stone gray of granite roams the land
And weaves its hardened spell below the level sky
Wash your mind in distant clouds
And walk in ancient thoughts of solitude
With reeds grown tall
And waving green
We walked the trail
That must have been
Around the lake of sunlit plumes
Light and air
And forest glooms
To catch a glimpse
Of castled gleams
And silver our walk
Of childhood dreams
Sinking light over frozen earth
Watching the night clouding in
With blues and grays
Pushing the light down to horizontal silence
You escaped our notice
Hiding in dank woods
Until risk and sunlight found you
Splashing coolness into pools of delight
Below
The fields lie
In an August summer sky
Blue above
And the bay asleep
Along the steady land