The van rounds the bend

And the yellow-gold reflection from the waters

Bursts into my vision.

For the second time,

I am blessed by the sight of

You.

My Lake.

My love.

Look away where I wander to the

Hills by the sea…

Eighteen days.

Eighteen days of

Rolling waves,

Towering trees,

Startlingly clear water

And sand in everything I own.

Eighteen days of perfection.

Utter, glorious perfection.

The sun’s rays

Paint dancing streaks of rich red and orange

Across the gently dipping and curving sandy surface

Over the Lake’s crashing flow

Over the trees,

The Earth,

The Sky…

Bidding a splendid goodnight

To the dozing world below.

But where day ends,

Fathomless beauty begins.

A myriad of stars

Pinpricks of light scattered across the sky

Winking at me from a lifetime away.

The northern wind kisses my face,

Lifting my lids to the morning sun.

I have slept.

Eighteen days.

Eighteen days have come

And gone.

The van is rounding the bend again

But this time

In the wrong direction.

I turn to see the blinding reflection.

I’m screaming inside.

A small child pounding the window

Begging,

Pleading to go back.

But I stay silent.

Slowly,

I turn back to the road.

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

My glorious heaven.

I leave you in body,

But my Spirit still traverses your

Crystalline waters.

Look away where I wander to the

Hills by the sea…