| Lake Of Dreams The Lake of Dreams
The tear drop in the water, sending ripples out from it's centre and embellished by the reflection of broken Spring blossoms, was hypnotic- so rapturous. I gazed at the serene mirror, and saw all impersonations of beauty in that cold white water, the sky's looking glass. What a grey Spring morning it was! One of the first of the season. And the crowd passing by bore the same Winter monotony, apathetic in their lives. But none of them stopped to observe the ponds, they just walked on by, oblivious of the natural artistry that lingered in the middle of paved fields. A duck near by, as grey as the absent minds surrounding, peddled it's way through the hiemal lake, and left a fading "v" behind in the path it swam. How graceful the basin's inhabitants conducted their lives! They'd float across the surface of silver satin- ever so delicately, and hold a show so beatific that the eyes which saw would be blessed with such finesse. But soon as the main attraction becomes this small pond, the seasons will pass with great speed. And forever this lake and it's splendour will be known as banal landscape, maybe even be claimed as a liability- and so be plastered over with your next innovation in fast food restaurants! Oh, my deflating spirit, how much I treasure nature's decor! I'll be here, waiting for acknowledgement, at the bank of this alluring pond...Fare well all that's natural, I want to die with you...forever we'll stay demoted in what they value as real. Hmm. I haven't posted anything in here before...So this would be my first piece. By all means, pick it apart and highlight my mistakes and inconsistancies. |