Soft sprawls a lake of blue, blue sky
Above the wake of snow and ice
A startling dreamer’s edifice
or tiralee of summer’s sigh
It stirs the wanting in my eye
Love’s holding on and letting go
In subtle half-kiss notes bestow
Its slow swan-song and lullaby
Soft sprawls a lake of bluest blue
Above a dreamer’s paradise
Where azure sanguine summer-eyes
Gaze kind on shoals of frozen dew
Cadence of winter's wanton chime
Evokes echoes of missing you
But this vast lake of bluest blue
Cradles all things lost unto Time
© Janet Martin
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