Reflections

He sat there alone

thinking here we go again,

feelings so easy and familiar

like sitting in his den.

Most of his zig zag life

he had wanted to visit here,

now at last the time had come

and it all seemed so clear.

From the shore in tall

wind blown bending grass,

he saw the reflection

trying to absorb all it’s mass

A snow capped mountain

above a mirror smooth lake,

so much of natures glory

too much for one man to take.

In the stillness of the moment

in total awe with quiet sighs,

he thought of his past with

gentle flooding tears in his eyes.

The water did it’s best

to mimic the image above,

intense as a birdwatcher

trying to lure a peace dove.

So caught up in it all

complete with grandeur and grace,

overwhelming deep emotions

no other thing-not even a trace.

But after a while

something began to emerge,

coming into focus

full of hope it did surge.

How did he miss it

so full and so bright,

from its cratered surface

the moon reflected a light.

It planted a seed

the beginning of a thought,

life can be that way missing

things from being distraught.

No matter the moment

one must take the time,

to reflect on it all

neglecting reason and rhyme.

No matter the cause

compromised with good and bad,

look for a bright light

chasing the darkness of sad.

Laying in the grass

just a man all alone,

so happy and content

like a dog with his bone.

So how could he be there

so unmercifully sad,

it was the nagging loneliness

that left him feeling so bad.

He had moved away left

his mistress without notion,

he loved her so much

his beautiful Pacific Ocean.

Time had it’s way

as the memories faded,

now in Idaho with

mountains that shaded.

He sat there alone

thinking here we go again,

feelings so easy and familiar

like sitting in his den.

Gary R. Cramer

September 17, 2014

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