Friday, 26 August 2016


26th August 2016, Lilydale Lake

You asked me why I thought it was a beautiful day, let me try and explain:


Hanging as if on strings,
A bed of cloud,
Pregnant with power,
Dark, brooding, billowing & yet silent,
Reflected in the lake,
Which is not oftentimes tranquil,
Mirrored there as if,
Locked into this moment,
Purely for my pleasure,
My frazzled soul becomes soothed,
I am at peace again,
I am cured,
For now anyway.

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