MIDDLE OF THE LAKE.

Do you know of a place like this elsewhere?

Exceptional time graces the charm of fragrant air,

It cannot be measured and is so without compare,

Lost in the silence of its tireless golden space,

Is a cradle of beauty at the centre of the lake,

Seen by most kinds of boats through ages past,

Chance has come soaking the time at full mast.

Inquisitive eyes can see the general lay from there,

Textures hitting the senses like a tonic of aromatic

Nectar lost to lonely cares,

Picturesque sightings of villages posing generously,

Peer through the trees show off classic architecture

displayed precociously,

Cannot be captured at the waters edge only at the centre

Where the heart captures nebulas glimpses of wholeness

And welcomes the unaccustomed hum of being blessed.

Moods of silence strum to the feel of insignificance,

The motor boat stationary suggests altered indifference,

Urging impressions of the mind to rule,

Doth yield helplessly to the call of gratitude,

The centre of the lake air, curbs the pride of defences,

While love that looms, bathes in timeless reverie and

Savours an extraordinary moment toward reminiscences.