The Zephyr

The sun sets, in and into the lake

The boats return home from their faraway conquests at the sea

The fishermen look at the benevolent and the ruthless.

The seagulls hover as people splash into the water

A woman moves slowly towards the rising wave

Ah the sea brings out the child in all of us

I stand mesmerized by the gentle wash of the waves on the shore

As the cold water touches my feet, hitting my senses; I undergo some voyages and revelations more

The sand slips through from between my toes and so do so many feelings,

Diffused and terse

I touch and go those perilous waters

The sea tells me that I must know.

The breeze reminds of those wintry nights

When there was a fireplace nearby

Emotions when not intense linger by beautifully

Others jab like the sharp cold steel in the waft.

Picnic baskets lie enjoying the sun, sand and waves

Dipped feet soaking from the ever flowing spirit

The forever-giving quietly calls;

I follow the afterglow; I follow the music from the nearby waterfall

The water murmurs silently,

I hush and hark

Its getting dark

I close my eyes and closer reach

Let it go, it hums softly

Astounded I stand before the unfathomable

And grope and climb the rocks

Vulnerable and powerful; I gaze below,

Down by the water, the stars glow

They wink and whisper, Go with the flow.