I wasn't going to do this, but I see others doing so:
I sat on Superior's autumn shore
and heard the waves come crashing;
felt them, rather, in my soul;
their ceaseless soothing splashing.
Long I sat and watched them dance
as evening joined me on that beach;
it seemed they knew a secret thing
that to me they would teach.
Each wave's song successively
seemed sweeter than the last;
was with regret I started home-
the time had gone too fast.
Today I strolled beside a lake,
and watched the bright leaves falling;
I felt the same sweet pull inside-
my walk I kept forestalling.
Each leaf it danced a dance unique,
twirled with its own soft grace;
I stood and watched them all around
my eager upturned face.
Just one more leaf, I childlike thought,
then surely I must go...
I stood enchanted as they fell
like burnished flakes of snow.
I hope my life might someday be
so beautiful, that at my death,
I linger on the shores of life,
and beg for one more breath.
2006-07-05
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