The
Lake
In the
stillness of early morning,
As the
orange sun
peeps over
purple hills,
the
promise of a new day dawns,
and I
dream of you.
Alone, I
peer through the mist of time,
and hear
your words of love
whispered
gently, as they echo
through
the years,
and I
dream of you
The sun's
reflection floats in tranquility
on the
lake, and mirrored in the
soft waves
lapping the shore,
I imagine
I see your face
smiling in
welcome, and as
I watch
the sun rise higher in the sky,
We become
as one. -ŠJ.M. Lewis August 2001- The wonderful picture above painted by Alphonse Osbert (1857-1939)inspired me to write the
above poem which came first in an Internet Poetry Fourm
competition. I do not wish to infringe copyright so if the present owner of the
painting objects to its use here please let me know and I will remove it
immediately. I simply wish to share its great beauty and to show how such a
painintg can inspire a person to write a
poem.
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