The lake was too much today, like every day, to describe
My love, how can I describe a place?
The way the water rippled in the wind
tiny waves crashing on a tumultuous shore
or the way the sun permeated through
a million levels of silver clouds
the manzanita, like watercolor brushstrokes
ebony and scarlet
and the rumble of the train beneath the highway
How can I make you see the touseled landscape
or feel the summer air piercing my lungs
the joy of my soul, the pain in my body
the sadness in my heart?
I would give the memory to you
if I could scale time and distance
it is only watercolor
until you feel it
From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade
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Amber Jade - Clicking my heels and irreverently tripping the light fantastic all the way to nirvana, with a 50lb bag of cheese puffs in tow.