.
Into the mist, into the silent breath of it,
Paddle will dip to ripple on the waterline.
Shores disappear, nothing seems near,
As clouds press down on the waterline,
I drift alone upon the waterline,
Majestic glides the heron to the waterline.
Can you hear this, cool mist, whisper?
Can you feel this, breaking of a brand new day?
And by simply waiting, I will know this light.
Daylight will rise, lifting the veil,
That clings, serene, to the waterline.
Mountains appear, reflected on the waterline,
The loon will call and slip beyond the waterline.
Can you hear this, cool mist, whisper?
Can you feel this, breaking of a brand new day?
And by simply waiting, I will know this light.
The kingfisher is splashing through the waterline,
To burst back into air across the waterline.
Sun’s final spark, colors go dark,
As ink that spreads on the waterline,
Feels deep and cold upon the waterline.
Great bowl of stars, Venus and Mars
Ascend over moonless black water,
To ripple and fade,
As mist enshrouds the waterline,
As night descends completely on the waterline.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 2009-2011 Ron Renaud
Into the mist, into the silent breath of it,
Paddle will dip to ripple on the waterline.
Shores disappear, nothing seems near,
As clouds press down on the waterline,
I drift alone upon the waterline,
Majestic glides the heron to the waterline.
Can you hear this, cool mist, whisper?
Can you feel this, breaking of a brand new day?
And by simply waiting, I will know this light.
Daylight will rise, lifting the veil,
That clings, serene, to the waterline.
Mountains appear, reflected on the waterline,
The loon will call and slip beyond the waterline.
Can you hear this, cool mist, whisper?
Can you feel this, breaking of a brand new day?
And by simply waiting, I will know this light.
The kingfisher is splashing through the waterline,
To burst back into air across the waterline.
Sun’s final spark, colors go dark,
As ink that spreads on the waterline,
Feels deep and cold upon the waterline.
Great bowl of stars, Venus and Mars
Ascend over moonless black water,
To ripple and fade,
As mist enshrouds the waterline,
As night descends completely on the waterline.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Copyright 2009-2011 Ron Renaud