April 24, 2003
Away On The Lake
This is a poem I wrote for English class. I think it's good enough to share. It is called Away On The Lake.
Sitting in the busy city lights alone,
When life is dragging and limping along,
I hear nothing but melancholy chords.
I dream about the last time and I think,
If only I could simply get away,
Away into the vastness of the wild,
the air, the space, the water open now.
I dearly wish I could do that today,
Today I would get up and fly away,
But wishing cannot take me from this life.
You get enveloped in the busy life,
Too much happens to get away from it.
Often I think of letting go today,
Step, jump away to save my sanity.
Luckily, there are times to get away.
The serene pristine scene of nature calms
the body and the soul. Paddling on the
Water gives you control over your life,
And leads you through peaceful passes unknown.
The smooth surface of the mirror-lake breaks,
As you glide on with ease, like a cloud blown
Ever so softly on the chill night breeze.
To paddle on a lake at sunset is
Like traveling to meet a place of peace
So deep. A sleep of beauty is unleashed
To set upon your mind like a mist of
Heaven on earth. It helps you escape from
Life, promises, and work. After a day's
Paddle you rest by the fireside at camp.
Sparks twist and turn with great fury in the air,
dancing and painting in the dark night sky.
The art of nature is now close at hand.
The waves lap the shore and the fire crackles.
This is the time for thought and peace. Yet not
Forever will I stay, paddling the day
And thinking away. Since Forever is
Quite a long time for nothing, yet something.
In time, I return to life, often too
soon, or too late for my contrary taste.
Escape is beautiful, calm and new, but
One needs something to escape from, or to.
