Thoughts of a Sprite

Thursday, August 12, 2004

"Between the Shores"

It calls to me, echoing in my heart
Desire to be freed from the chains of society
Go back, out there, to where the cycle starts
Where refreshing are the sights and sounds

Cool, crisp, water slaps upon my oars,
As my kayak slides across the surface
Calm is the water against the shores
Quite is the whispering tickle of the wind.

Peace and solace in the world of nature
Sooths and pacifies this turbulent soul
Thoughts of a whim in my mind mature
As the wild birds sing to their mates

A happy rain dances across the surface
As the sun shines through the clouds
Glide through the water with a visible trace
Though the ripples will soon be erased

Cool raindrops splash into the water
And cover me in sparkling apparel
A loving embrace as that of a mother
Washing away the wear of the day

All evidence of my presence here
In this world apart from mine
Passes behind me as I steer
And dwindles as I paddle on

The harsh relentless worries of reality
Are gently lifted from my shoulders
While this glittering water is surrounding me
I am at peace with myself once more

The musical rhythm of the oars
The pleasant burn in my muscles
The beauty of the eagle that sores
The picturesque perfect of this day

The sun sinks lower on the horizon
Painting a sky full of vivid color
Throwing in the water a million diamonds
As the kayak pushes up on the shore

The sun says this day is near an end
My heart says it will live forever
The peacefulness has set a trend
All evidence of my presence is gone
Except what remains in my memory.

shes_a_sprite @ 1:24 PM.

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