The sky was reflected in the still water,
like a mirror it showed what was far above.
Clouds tumbled in the lake,
soft looking and white. Pretty clouds.
He thought of her face, those sparkling eyes.
The past is always filled with clouds.
If the picture mirrored in the lake was now,
the sky was the past,
those moments with her.
Whenever they were together,
every colour in the world
turned its most vibrant shade.
So pretty. So alive.
Her eyes used to sparkle from all she would dream.
He turned from the lake,
saw her face.
Her eyes burned with all the things she had seen,
and he could not tear himself away.
Dared not.
A leaf came tumbling across the air,
cutting a line between them
like leaves sometimes do.
He followed its way down to the water,
saw it land simply, already afloat.
He sent a smile her way, as though it was before,
and it grew wider,
as she smiled back.
(01-07-2013)
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