Shimmering Dreams

The coastline and the waterline mark their territory.

Standing like stalwart trees are those immovable entities we abide as real.

Lost asĀ autumnal leaves dropping in the lake are the hopes and dreams of what might have been.

And the gentle breeze pushing leaves and dreams underwater sets off a shimmering-glimmering reflection

of things that might have been.

What glories you hide in your bosom, Lady Lake.