Full Moon over Lake Timiskaming
Full Moon over Lake Timiskaming
We have
traveled many miles to reach this destination.
The edge
of a dream, with borders still to be defined.
I have so
often longed for a night like this,
Though the
chill in December’s air cuts like glass upon her waters.
The wind
ripples, and the stars burn like white fire.
Could I
call this home? Will summer’s fanfare cheapen her beauty?
I’ve been
told entire communities are birthed on the waters,
When the
sun rides long and hard across the sky.
If I could
remain here, on higher ground, I think I could enjoy the view.
No matter
the swell in population.
Right
here, right now, in the silence of darkness, with only the occasional
Whisper of
the breeze through the towering pine,
I believe
in the dream, in the world beyond the looking glass,
As her
silver rays dance and frolic on the windswept swells,
I think I
could believe in anything.
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