Gentle Rocking,
Mirror Image,
Reflection Upon This Lake.
The Boat Parts The Veil,
Stars Darting Down--
Sparkling Within Her Eyes.
Those Moonpools,
Swaying-
Dancing,
Dreaming.
Peacefulness Never Parted,
Minutes Flow Into Nothingness...
Yet Time Stands Still,
When She Is Near.
Soft Felt,
Caresses Every Move She Makes.
On My Knees...
On My Hands,
Head Bowed.
-
Draven Taylor (1994)
