Ferns
Lights as lightning,
how they glitter
off the ripples on the lake.
The morning anguish of the water
deflected,
as a painted lily sunning
near the wet bank.
The reasons may be vain
reflected in the walk,
the talk of Monets' water
as if to cure some pain.
Lost in inner speculation,
of emotions' fine mist
cast in the shadow of the Oaks,
my eyes turn to a vision.
I stop and think
of how much I enjoyed
the pleasure of your laughter,
the time we spent together,
the warmth of your breath.
I see you in every dawn.
In the nest of green ferns,
lays the hope of revival,
a pearl of invocation
to spawn into a rainbow
as my memories of you.
In a nest of green ferns.
how they glitter
off the ripples on the lake.
The morning anguish of the water
deflected,
as a painted lily sunning
near the wet bank.
The reasons may be vain
reflected in the walk,
the talk of Monets' water
as if to cure some pain.
Lost in inner speculation,
of emotions' fine mist
cast in the shadow of the Oaks,
my eyes turn to a vision.
I stop and think
of how much I enjoyed
the pleasure of your laughter,
the time we spent together,
the warmth of your breath.
I see you in every dawn.
In the nest of green ferns,
lays the hope of revival,
a pearl of invocation
to spawn into a rainbow
as my memories of you.
In a nest of green ferns.
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