Where does the wind carry us? It sails us across the sea and sweeps us through the meadows.
The waves glide, fair and grave.
The sparrows glide, divine and inseparable?
My meadow, blessed with silver, my divine one.
This was written when I was sixteen, my parents had taken us on vacation to Lake Michigan for a week over summer break. It was a beautiful time and I spend a number of evening sitting outside on the bungalow's veranda just listing and watching the world unfold around me. During that time I wrote a number of poems this being one of them. Enjoy.
Faint with light, by shadow dappled, alas, graced with cloud
The boats glide, graceful and fair
More bright than boat grave with silver:
More fine than wave divine with gold.
How grave is the faint with glass grass:
My ship, dew-smoothed, my fine one?
How dreary is the by shadow dappled grass!
By darkness graced, by silver crowned, but, graceful with cloud.
Shadow-caressed, cloud-graced, and, dappled with sun?
By sun smoothed with forgiveness, embraces the forest:
The sparrows glide, lazy and quick,
The ships flee, lazy and divine.