Writing by the lake shore.
|By the Lake Shore
The soft moonlight glows
as I sit on the lake shore,
among a thicket of trees.
Nighttime creatures scurry about
the darkened forest floor,
paying nothing more than a glance
to the stranger in their midst.
With pen and paper poised,
a muse floats around inside;
my hand swiftly begins to write.
The stars sparkle amid a cloudless sky,
as an owl loudly hoots,
perched high in a tree, and
words quickly fill my mind.
I write until the ideas are gone,
knowing my heart can say no more,
and the ink in my pen has run out.
There’s a story to tell on each page,
a piece of my soul preserved,
revealing a strength few will know,
in a quiet thicket by the lake shore.