16 March 2013
I walk the path and set to watch the Sun walk along the dimples and rise Up over this stagnant face
Beaming rays of warmth tap dance over skin Ringing the lively bells of lavender cells Bathed in the suns golden morning light
And the meandering waters ripple, turn over Where the birds and swans share a pool In the shadows where stands you
Cool breeze seem to whisper native poetry Tossing the unsecured soul to an fro As we lazily stroll
Red clay and pebbles gather on green lawns Pull the heart and push others along Just as the trains begin to rattle
Yes rattling I said waiting along the banks Place a silly and venomous bite You been expecting it of late
The Lake • Opuss № I