Of Quiet Lakes
by Gaelyia Fuilgra

In misty lakes, on rock strewn shores
I hear my soul, and feel no more
The unkind sound of busy streets
Of crowds that shout, of hurried feet.

Rather here Id be, to see the dim
Reflections staring back at me
And hear the softest melody
Of water rippling in the breeze.

To feel that quickening of skin
As air blows gently oer the lake
To hear the rustle of high limbs, and
See willows bow down from the banks

To touch most gracefully this face
Of placid clearest blues and greys
A lovers melancholy kiss
That lasts all night and for all days

And standing here upon the edge
Of forest green and water deep
I could lean down, and fall, and drown
And dare I say, I would not weep


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Glacian, in the year 369 AF.