POETRY
(Copyright - Pierre du Toit)
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The
Lake
When first I looked within my eyes
and
saw the ghostlike breath of a vast lake’s dawn
I gasped,
and wondered at its silence…
but
by mid-morn I was playing on the edges
kicking
diamond tears into the sun
my
youthful body shining
shining
as the gentle rhythm lapped my world
I
played, grew stronger,
pulled
my daily needs from deep within
and
when the sun was high, drank cool clear water
even
as I sensed the shadows far below
and
knew, they’d rise to touch the dusk
and
push against the shroud-still moon
and
I would sink - so slowly - through a lifetime’s death
and grasp,
again,
that ghostly breath…
(See photograph at People nonSA / Album 01 #9 )
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