The Lake Mist



This morning - a mist arose above the lake

Magnifying it - making it an erie scene to take

In ... all was closer and so very much bigger

Even the island in the center had its own trigger



Peering out over the entire scene filled with awe

Minds who looked could not believe what they saw

Even where there was absolutely no water surface

A mist hung over the lowlands seeping good grace



It was a spectacle indeed to be tasted and enjoyed

As I took it all in ... I became somewhat buoyed

The length, breadth, width and depth became a toy

With which I played in my mind as I savored the joy



But nothing it represented was as great in my mind

As the scope of your love - which is the only kind

Of mist I choose to remember from your huge lake

Which fills me so full of wonder, I'm yours to take

 

Christopher W. Thomas

8:50am Wed 11/5/97