I walked around a swelling lake, and found a place of reflections..
Tranquil trees reflect
in mists of blue liquid
where heaven and earth meet.
Rippling illusions, the light wind casts confusion,
slivers of thought, and broken dreams,
drop into swirling water, where senses scatter
in reflections lost.
Sparkling reflections of light are everywhere,
on the waters, in the air, in life.