Where does the wind carry us? It sails us across the sea and sweeps us through the meadows.
Glide with me on sun-graced sea
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.