Mountain Lake Mystery

by John Long   May 10, 2007


Fledgling waves massage and calm this weary traveler.
Lapping, clapping,laughing.
The white sails across the blue and this week's
God of choice is smiling.

This water has never been hot yet
It's not too cold and today
I don't know young and I don't know old.
The water, the sky and me, all one.
Big, small,empty.

A woman is waving from the shore.
Her long dark chestnut hair flows
Into the pools of shade beneath the Pines.
She is warning me not to go so far out,
To swim nearer the shore.

I can see she has beauty and she has passion.
Desire that burns on a hot august night
And warms on a cold march morning.

She is strong and safe, yet yearning
And this swimmer seems to be her rescuer.
But I drowned a long time ago
And she is as free as she dares to be.

This water has never been hot yet
It's not too cold and today
I don't know young and I don't know old.

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