As generous softness of sunlit waves,
Traces a tender touch dance on the wall,
Their simple serenity soothes, and saves
A worried mind driven nearly to fall.
The wonder of water — to bathe in light,
Borrowed so freely from afternoon sun,
All things of shadow, or covered by night,
Or hiding in twilight barely begun.
I gaze at the flickering tongues of flame,
So energetic they might be alive;
They call to my soul, they sing my true name,
And they warm the garden where my dreams thrive.
Their golden caress upon shadows cool:
Stirs the magic of the reflecting pool.
Mick McKellar
August 2016
Watching light dance upon water and then reflect upon a wall or a window, has a magic all its own — that can bring peace and quiet to a mind troubled and fretful.
Mick
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