lake – Bohemian Poems

Where do you come from?

Dear white, white swan.

Have you just arrived, or have you bin hiding all through the night behind the trees and haze?

Will you stay, or soon fly?

Do you have a message to bring? For me. From another side, of something.

Dear white swan.

You messenger between something. Somewhere I can not follow.

Then there was a peculiar tune heard in the wind.

A finely tuned voice was heard whispering … follow the voice of your heart…

and don’t be fooled by chimeras on your way you will be faced.

Be true to your heart and you will find a way to meet and defeat your quests.

The fog lay dense over lake and land.
A gloomy silence
had swept in among the trees.
Hopelessness's meager promises,
woven all the details,
in the gray weave.

Will the light and clarity return?

In the hopelessness of the gray swampland,
something seemed to gleam.
A gentle fine tuned light
glowed faintly through the fog.

Like a little star between the clouds,
could the warm light gleam.
It spread slowly
between the fog banks.

So what could be the source of this light?

See where the fog slowly dissipates,
and a being can be discerned.
An elf so bright
in the morning fog,
Turns on the hope of life
in the dark springs of the forest.

She spreads light,
and disperse fog.
In the rare hour
of dawn.

Tag: lake

The messenger of the lake

In the Rare Hour of Dawn