Woodland idyll by a lake
A tribute to Nature
Discarded leaves in gorgeous hues
soothing both eye and ear,
in irregular sequences,
carpeting all surrounding ground;
while high overhead,
breezing wind through rustling trees,
relaxing the mind with ambient sounds
of monastic incantations…
At this natural haven for a lover’s tryst,
I readily accept the seasonal moods
of my mistress
For, in her sacrifice to maintain life,
there arises mutual awareness.. of the
tumescent fullness of our ambivalent history,
the joyful giving, sorrowful taking,
and while it lasts,
for a few prophetic moments…
we become as one.
Though my desired destiny,
the promised wish will remain unfulfilled;
until she’s ready, the spiritual magic ends here.
For if she were to appear,
become an apparition, an abstract god,
capable of granting favour,
my beloved Natura
would collapse and crumble about me!
I would die a broken man,
a traitor to the brain she gives meaning to,
to the heart,
she still cups in her hands.
© gothicman 2017