By the lake
Water splashes
against the stone
I am sitting on.
Thoughts float
in golden patches
on the lake’s surface.
Words of all times
gather around my
immersed feet.
Every tiny drop
thrown into the air
holds fragments
of your beloved voice.
Memories cross
my mind
and my heart
dances to this tune
echoing from afar.
The sky smiles
at its own reflection
on the glimmering water.
I dive
into this embrace,
suspended between
above and below.
Surrounded by
the sound of
your divine voice,
I share your breath
and life flows
in silent harmony.
The sun bows
to this sacred moment
of love
and the lake glows,
as if competing
with my soul,
in sweet surrender.
Love, Margherita
Thank you dear Margherita, wherever you are. I spend as much time by the lake as I can, while we have nice and warm summer weather.
