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My photo - Lake of Bracciano
Between sunset and moonrise


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At twilight hour I immerse
in the crystal waters of my lake.
Thousands and thousands
of sparks ride the waves.
Except a few dragonflies flitting around
and some seagulls circling the skies,
I am in perfect solitude.

In between the setting sun
close to the blue hills
defining the horizon,
and the rising moon in the east
above tall pine trees,
I quietly swim through an endless field
of incomparable, dancing diamonds.

I am the audience
of the fading day
and of the imminent night.

With half closed eyes I see tiny strings
connecting every single spark
to the indigo sky lingering solemnly above.
I wonder.
Could this stream of light
be the landing runway created by the sun
for souls on a nostalgic tour to planet Earth
which they once called home?

I hold my breath and listen.
Ecstatic whispers burst from bubbles.
I follow an inner urge and softly hum along.
Mystical sounds rise from this stage.
In deep rapture my heart pounds.

While returning reluctantly to the shore
I sense the pull of a thousand loving eyes
I turn around to look back once more
as the sparks slowly ascend into the skies.

I am the audience
of the fading day
and of the imminent night.


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[This message has been edited by Margherita (08-03-2009 11:10 AM).]

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