As the flame danced with the wind and the embers
Amber rekindled with the forsaken ash
The storm clouds pulled away
and another blue moon felt its shadow cast.
Night time ran into dawn.
Soft petals of raindrops fell upon the newly shaved lawn.
Finally, with the loons echo of goodnight.
Burns lake came up and out of sight.
It is a slippery slope living among the mortals
There is no right
There is no wrong
There is no place to belong.
Yet, late in the evening
Perhaps just before dawn
the symphony of earth angels mime in song.
Yet, late in the afternoon
Just before the sun turns to warm
Out on the lake you can see it…
if you do not look too long.
Out on the lake, it could be said
At any of God’s moments
At any miscues of time
There is an undeniable rhythm with the earth
An indisputable rhyme.
