THE LAKE OF WHISPERS
On a crystal lake of emerald hue, reedy banks come into view
A land so still and long forgot, where beauty prospers, time doth not
Invading thoughts of kingdoms vast where animals are free at last
No man to hunt them for their skins and toss their carcass to the winds
Just Mother nature's sweet embrace, no interfering human race
As sands of time fall softly down and beauty wears her regal gown
As queen of all she views and more, is this not what the world is for?
No need for fighting any more, mankind has fought his final war
And on these contemplative banks, my eyes shed tears, my heart gives thanks.
Overhead an Eagle glides with perfect grace and joy inside
And looking down he swoops to join me, speaking in a tongue so sweetly
I ask the Eagle where I am, "The library of your soul, my man"
"A room so dark and deep inside, the essence of your core resides"
The Eagle's words do so amaze as to the waters edge I gaze
By foliage lush and green so new a wooden boat comes into view
Tethered safely to the shore, a leafy hull and single oar
"Am I dead or maybe dreaming?", the Eagle smiled, his beak now beaming
"The journey soon that you must take, decisions follow, much at stake"
"This is the lake of whispers called, and travelled by both kings and fools
A one way journey there's no doubt, but for the few that I help out
For death is such a certainty we live in fear though we are free
We spend a life so short and wasteful greedy, needy, bitter, hateful
When what we have is all we need, Little Earth is life's great seed
And what you search for in your mind, within your heart it's there you'll find"
All hopes and dreams, your inner goal is in the library of your soul
The eagle lifted tethered rope, and beckoned me towards the boat
As seated I did hold the oar and listened carefully some more
Rowing gently, eyes so bright, a haven filled my line of sight
Mother Natures gentle hands soothing green and pleasant lands
Gone was danger, fear and lust, and happy creatures filled with trust
Existed in such unity, that souls smiled brightly, hearts were free
Mountains high and rivers deep were visions plenty, mine to keep
"So tell me sir, am I now dead, or are these dreams within my head"
The Eagle touched my face and called, as suddenly a darkness falls
An image of myself in bed as floating, I was overhead
My body broken, lifeless gone, machinery relying on
A weeping wife my hand she held, all hope was gone, descending hell
"The lake of whispers beckons you, the voices of the ones you knew
And loved until their passing came, they wait for you, they call your name
Your life can end and you'll be free to live amongst this world you see
To never suffer sadness pain, those you lost you'll see again
Your spirit strong and not defeated, you cling to life, thus Reaper greets
You, here I stand as tale unfolds within the library of your soul
The choice is yours to live or die, my job is done it's time to fly "
A wave of light washed over me, as my whole life flashed rapidly
Before my eyes, in boat still seated, memories and nightmares greeted
Then once more on shoreline I, beheld the boat as drifting by
It floated to the vast horizon, Utopian those dreams relied on
And suddenly I felt a hand of loving warmth, a wedding band
And tears of joy as eyes did flicker, respiration pulsing quicker
My choice to live was duly granted and with it seeds of new hope planted
Within a heart now born again, I'd make amends for frailties and
See all around us beauty reigns, that life is short but hope remains
A second chance to breathe again, the lake of whispers shall remain
Awaiting me and boat of wood, when sands of time have ceased, as should.
Written December 10 2009
Photograph taken on the South fork of the river Skagit, Washington State, USA on September 17th 2008
NIKON D300 38mm 1/60s f/4.5 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6G ED. UV filter