Here She'll Lie

The sun was a beautiful topaz
As I rested upon the lake
And felt the warmth of her rays
For the last time.

The lake on which I lye upon
Is cold to spite the sun.
The willow trees dance with the current
And shelter my body from the abuse
Which I have made it withstand

For what is a body without a mind
But a fruit without taste
or a structure without purpose.
For when the mind is lost, the body follows

As I lye upon this lake
Gazing at the trees embracing the light
Which is so eager to torture me
And bare witness to my body sinking
Beneath a mirror of which nothing can disturb.

For the water is so still
It captures and cages a beauty
Of nature and wildness
Incomparable to that of anything man made.

I had never noticed until this faithful day
How the sky was such a rare shade of crystal
And the clouds in its company
Seemed sculpted by an innocent child.

When I turn my head in the stillness,
I see a riverbank of rock
Of many shades of ruby, slate and ebony
The water caressing it gently and
Feeding the moss that thrived
On the flat, smooth surface.

As I am about to rest my eyes again
I see a heron, a swan and a loon
Gliding down one by one
Surrounding me as if confused
And as if to inquire about my presence there

As they come down in their grace
They look into my eyes for answers
And I tell them through my sorry expression
That it is this place, this place where I’ve come to rest
That I am most happy and at peace
And for that, I wish to die here
To preserve the peace and tranquility
That I thought I would never find.

And in that moment
In perfect harmony the birds began to coo
As my face began to sink beneath the surface
I found myself resting on great blue wings
Of almost twice my size

The heron held me
as the swan implied to me my final prayers
And just before they allowed me peace
I heard the loon call in sorrow
As my eyes closed for the last time
And I sank deeper and deeper
Into the depths of nothingness.