A Waveless Lake

Awakened with the morning sun

to the soft, silken touch of my mother’s arms,

I swam with summer on a waveless lake.

I’ve glided through winter’s glossy river on blades of shimmering steel,

with the soothing chill of virgin snowflakes on my tongue.

I’ve inhaled the mellow scent of lilacs

while laying on a bed of fresh daffodils,

and gazed in wonder at the beauty of a rainbow on the Spring horizon.

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Now, As I stand on the plane of my existence

and watch the leaves fall on the autumn of my life -

the reds, yellows, and browns of times long past -

I wax mournfully for the unwrinkled moments of my youth,

and the lustrous greens that once defined me.

I look upon the twilight of my middle age,

and see those leaves fall, in all their splendid glory,

and I can only remember, and hope.

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I can hope that as I approach the nightfall of my life,

and close my tired eyes on the plane of my existence,

that I’ll have left memories of warmth like summer sunshine,

of ethereal smiles as soothing as the scent of spring lilacs,

of a soft, silken touch like a mother’s love,

and of a life well lived and a soul worthy

of effortless transition

to a waveless lake of eternal peace.