gentle waves splashed
against the dock as we sat,
shoulder to shoulder
in the early morning's chill.
you looked across the water's
glassy surface, irradiated by
the soft orange of the rising sun,
with your blue eyes as reflective as
the motionless sea before us.
you cast a single pebble into the blue,
waking the water from its meditation.
tiny ridges of grey and blue skated
across the surface,
retreating in all directions and
breaking the lake's stillness.
and, with the water, you stirred.
you whispered, "I wonder,"
"is this what you wanted?"
"is this all that you dreamed it would be?"
the wavering sound of
the birds' mourning songs rings
in harmony with the
soft sound of slow moving water,
offered its response to the question
that we both silently understood.
and, shrouded by the morning mist
yet illuminated by the dawn's first light,
we wordlessly sat, waiting
for the water to still.
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wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
