A Different View
Glistening moonlight
spills across a mirrored lake.
As stones fall leaving behind
ripples of sweet sarrow in their wake.
The night pulses with
a life of its own.
As sences are scattered
from winds unknown.
Such is the way
in a land of dreams.
Where all things are possible
and nothing is as it seems.
The moon could be
the face of a goddess
And the lake a pool.
of her own tears.
The stone could be
a single thought of
a mortal man.
The ripples the wake of
his movements as she lends
hm Her hand.
Such is the land
of dreams
Or could it be the reality
of a life not so easily
seen...
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