The dream is only a winding path through truth. Along this path there is a mountain lake. There is a tree leaning near the water showing it’s old age. The broken limbs hang inches from the water surface. As the wind blows with the seasons, the tips of the weather worn branches dip into the water and out again. Little ripples of history playing songs in the water. Butterfly effects mixing nature and beauty. The song plays on, beckoning to the lady of the lake. She dances shore to shore painting miracles with her brush. Her Purple dress mixing perfectly with the Winter snow and ice, the thousand shades of green in the early spring, the fish breaking the water surface on cool Summer mornings, and the orange, red, and passion of Fall. She a Rainbow on the horizon that the most powerful motorboat of mankind cannot reach. Pure, angry, passionate, heartbroken, loving, embracing, and even forgiving, the Lady of the Lake starts and finishes life as one swoop of her wand. The wind dies and the ripples of song subside as a sunset crests across the mountain side. The path continues on. Along this path the muse may change, but nature and beauty they are always as one. The path never starts or ends. The view always changing on this life loop as old as time.
You are quite the poet, Eddie Cabbage! I am once again impressed! This is stunningly beautiful!
Thanks Charles. a pleasure as always to get your comment
magical, you make it real and touching…
Vivid imagery weaved throughout … I love the Lady of the Lake!
This is indeed magical and your imagery is otherworldly! I am a fan….
“The path never starts or ends.” Philosophical. And the images are divine.
This is so beautiful and charming, love the imagery!
beautiful and whimsical ….loved it thanks for sharing
A lovely poem 😉
The imagery is so beautiful..I aspire.
“Great things are done when men and mountains meet.” –William Blake.
Glad you enjoyed this piece
You are the cabbage…keep writing. I always enjoy yur’ suff.
Thanks. I will keep writing them as they come to me
You created a nice little scene there, Mr. Cabbage.
Glad you found yourself somewhere on the trail.
Quite the enchanting poem, like a self-repeating fairy tale. Very beautiful. The colors and images captivate my mind’s eye.
Glad you enjoyed i!
I love the imagery! Vivid pictures dance before my eyes! Thank you!
I am happy to find myself on your trail.It reminds me of my college days when I used to read all kinds of Poetry (in TAMIL mostly).A great Poet in the making I believe.
Thanks…life is about trail not the destination
efforts are process of happiness.
agreed.
well done.