Mirrored in the mind
with ripples of emotion
in the heart
small distortions unfocus
leaving doubts;
what is really seen?
The gentle wind
of even kind emotions
blur perception;
I cannot yet look up
and look keenly
into the waters:
Forgetting all
and lost in awe
the wind dies; oh!
What beauty there is
in that still reflection;
there am I
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lake-10/
