To a Mountain Lake

by Jayne Bremyer

Gypsy in my heart

Run down to the water

Hurl myself through icy champagne

Bubbling, tingling, renewing, surrounding,

Throw myself upon the ground

And smell the damp leaves and green pure pine

The moist air, - and lemon colored sunshine.

Dance, my heart, with light, gliding, bouncing steps

Through tangled branches of Cathedral flowers

Dome-shaped on top and letting flickering patches

Of light shine through. Sacred as the twilight gleam

That strikes the halo on the crucifix.

Alone you are, yet joyously, wondrously together.

Drink in the dewy moss covered logs

And the fields of fern.

Look a deer eye to eye, - carefully quiet

No moving muscle,

Pledging silent affection and kindred allegiance

Before we each dash off to our separate ways.

Quiet raindrops and ancient stable tree trunks –

You have lived here a million years.

And so have I.