by Jon Coe

Created on: October 20, 2008

I watched the ripples, as I drifted away

the lake was deep, on this golden day

Lured by reflection, in this tranquil deep

I lost my mind, then I fell asleep

Trees were talking, murmered rustling leaves

sunlight glistened, on catkin weaves

Dragonflies, and fish that spawn

could not awake me, from this dawn

I floated far and I drifted near

there was no time, as was not fear

Taken away, on this autumn noon

stars were shining, behind the moon

When crickets struck their evening call

the bullfrog chirped, his sombre all

And as the sunset shone, upon this land

the moon took me quietly, by the hand

I stretched and weeped, the night, it fell

I returned my spirit, to this inspired shell

The lake, my friend, shall always be

my place of relaxation, next to, and within me

Learn more about this author, Jon Coe.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.