glittering off the lake
as Your voice whispers through tree tops.
In the sun behind the distant storm clouds
I see Your features-- quite subtle
You wrap Your arms around me
as the lake, the meadow,
and the forest of oak and pine surrounding.
Deep breath - closed eyes
I float to the surface of the lake
Your touch is the ripples
Brow furrowed and science books
the frown on his face forms another wrinkle.
Diagrams and charts lay scattered below his eyes.
Head on hand on desk-- the lamp's light
when looked at directly, causes its shape
to repeat itself with every blink and eye's movement.
If he looked out the window
he'd see the lamp's ghosted image
instead of the stars.
Penn-Griffin School for the Arts