4 January 2013
Walking in the woods on the estate, Wild yet the beauty compels you to continue, Dark mysteries, undiscovered, To us, to them, to you.
Striding up those lakehouse steps, Reflections catch your eye, Such vastness, glorious, A true sight of wonder, you can't deny.
Inside the mahogany finishing, Beckons forth, a history, Of our predecessors, Of the past, the present: of me.
Many an hour has been spent Roaming, wandering, finding, But no indication, no clue, As to how the house came into being.
A mystery which remains unsolved...
Lakehouse • Opuss № I