from Fragments of Light
Beauty. The lake lies still before me.
Silence. I drift on currents of air.
I want to glide on ripples of water,
swim beneath the liquid sun.
You matter to me. You hold my heart
behind the mountain of the lake.
A wren tik-tiks and gray squirrels run
as I seek out the spirit of my soul.
Now before me you laze like the lake.
Embrace me like air, and I am yours.