Her Forest's Lake

Caribbean crystal waters spark a mint glow,
With the moons opal beams of radiating light
Moistures tantalizing mist tediously dances,
Consuming a pool tides rippling wake of trite.
Within the shallows of blue teal tides,
A platinum tip apparition opaquely appears
Wavering rhythmically with each elongated motion,
Introducing a peacefulness of stillness' sincere.
Carefully planted steps upon embedded river stones,
Covered nightly along a ginger moss embraced forest floor
Inhabited with sienna barks and emerald leafed vegetation,
Maintaining a shadowed blanket housing essential rainfall from days long before.
Ivory beige silkened skin glistens beneath the shrouded moonlight,
Capturing reflections of moistures beckoning shine below
As dampened sheer snowflake cloth huddles loosely,
Delicately clinging to shadowed curvatures and features aglow.
Light cocoa tendrils dangle idly within a slight chilled breeze
Caressed softly among the delicate touch of her hand
While her gaze holds distantly among the crystal waters wake
Her mind encased in wonder on a journey far off from where she stands.
Submerged in a world of heated chaos and undefined freedoms
Overwhelmed by the darkness of a world's flaws and life's stakes
Drowned in the silence of her own universe's lonely kingdom
She silently watches time from the beauty of her forests lake.

Copyright 2002 Amy Marie Hess