I don’t write poetry often because I don’t feel like its my strong suit. However, when I was taking a little holiday with my Stacey and my family last week up in northern Michigan the urge to write one struck me. If you like it leave me a comment. If you don’t…well then you don’t.
A Silver Lake Night
By Michael Melville
A crackling fire and a glass like lake
Is all it takes for perfection to make,
The moon holds strong, full and high
while casting down its illuminious light.
Four voices speak of days gone by
And futures hope happy and bright.
The Sand Dunes rise mighty and wide
bouncing back the moons bright light.
Shadows dance along their face
While the sands hold onto the nights embrace.
A light breeze blows through the starry Milky Way sky
sending sweet smelling smoke into our eyes.
That sweet summer smell
with which I was raised.
I hope to smell to the end of my days.
A bull frog croaks and child’s happy laugh
breaks the stillness of this night’s dark grasp.
The logs burn down and the fire begins to fade,
We’re nearing the end of a northern Michigan day.
The smoke rolls over the serene lakes water
And I have no urge to move, stir or holler.
This lake is where I began my youth,
It’s a part of me now and
will be a part of him too.
My love and I will watch him grow
and hold each other’s hands until we’re grey and old.
A thousand summer days and nights will come to pass
While I sit beside Silver Lakes moonlit glass.
As the fires embers slowly fade
tomorrow brings a new summer day.
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Copyright © 2014 Michael J. Melville