Poem: Adrift Upon the Lake

Adrift Upon the Lake

Adrift upon the lake in my

canoe, I see cloudbreak make sigh

as glass turns to rings

crashing into things 

as heart sings

here to cry

of isolated beauty here

where I float longing to be near

engulfed in your pools 

of ringlets. Oh fool,

here I cool

as you hear

my aching moan to be right here

swirling into this perfect mere

where you wrap your arms 

about me in charms

where none harms

drowning here.

Adrift upon the lake in my

embrace, clouds of your love are nigh

as glass turns to rings

crashing into things.

My heart sings 

to your sigh.

About This Poem

I love to just drift on a lake in a boat every once in awhile. In rereading this poem it seems dark. Sometimes, I suppose, my thoughts are dark, but generally, near water, I am buoyed up and feel great. There's a little of that here also. I don't actually know when I wrote it. I typed it up in June a couple of years ago. It seems appropriate for summer. I think it could use a little more editing, but here's the draft.