A poem about a lake
Swan Lake
I can hear their sounds so softly
The white Swans that glide about
I can see the lotus blooming
As they juggle for some clout
I’m in that dream where I’m alone
The scene is cloudy without rain
I sense the water’s motion
I’m deep within and there’s no pain
Will I wake and be much wiser
As this dream has once again
Brought me closer to a heaven
From this place where I pay rent
My eyes for just a moment blink
Where is this place I cannot think
Bring me back I ask for one more view
I promise I’m not sure to who
I wake the morning’s filled with light
I’ve dreamt my way throughout the night
I watch in awe the morning sky
White clouds against the blue roll by.
— WOLRAD(A poem from the Wolrad collection #20)
