the morning lake

shhh...
don't
say
a
word!

the Lake is still
sleeping,
silent in a blanket
of your beauty;
a flawless refection
ripened in stillness
yet to be disrupted
by the Wind's voice
and ripples
of the Midday Sun;
the birds...
did they forget
the Morning?

and now,
right now,
while time sleeps
frozen and the Earth
is left speechless,
it is only my heart's clamor
that is an invader
of the dawning.

my love,
don't
move!
my eyes are painting
you
into a lasting memory;
the morning swan
on the lakes of Eden.

and then,
only when the Sun whispers
warm thoughts
on your naked back,
starting with your toes,
dissolve yourself
nimble into the Lake
of dancing light
and sea blue.

there it is!
do you see it?
a fairy-bubble-of-Sun,
tickling the lining
of your legs.
when it reaches
the rose pedal banks
of your lips, my love,
drink it!
and we will dive
unfettered;
untangling the souls
from the Intellect.