On The Dock


endless movement
ripples flow to the silent shore
bumps on a flat canvas.
My mind wanders far ahead of me
slicing through the icy water
reaching out to touch the fading sky
creating disturbance in the black mirror
that is the depths of a calm,cool lake.

Tastes, sounds, smells
The day is a black cherry, sharp and sweet
But the night is a soft, red rose
radiant in beauty and reeking of mystery.
And still my mind races far ahead of me
tracing lines in the unfathomable blackness
Connecting the endless water
to the endless sky

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