Saturday, July 22, 2006

The Mist Beside the Pines



I close my eyes. I turn my self, my eyes into me. I find the mist beside the pines. Under moonlight, near the trees a lake awaits. It waits for me. It’s still. It’s deep. It needs no shelter. I love to see the way it shines. I love the way no one sees me. No empty words, no shattered promises, no false touch echo through the hills. Only truth pouring pure as water shines in the silver sky light this night.
No one could enchant this magic or create this place. My feelings are free and my thoughts slide off me into the beauty of the mist beside the pines.
—me strauss Letting me be

4 comments:

Trée said...

Liz, you have the incredible ability to turn prose into poetry. If there is room, I'd like to join you sitting next to that lake, listening to the wind slip between the pines whispering love and truth and beauty.

Mama Mouse said...

In dream language water symbolizes emotions. Whatever the water is 'doing' is what your emotions are echoing. This is such a lovely and peaceful scene that I just know at that moment in time you are serene and shining .... a silent lake that ehoes light of an enchanted moon.

ME Strauss said...

Hello Trée,
Thank you sweet man. Please come to join me next to that lake. You would make good company to listen to the wind.

ME Strauss said...

Hello mama mouse,
Sometimes I write to invent the place that I need to go to. That's what I did here. I needed to find a place that was all of the things that you describe. It's nice to share it with you and Trée.