The Lakeview

It was serene. The green waters looked still. Quiet reflections stared at me as I mused the fragrance in the air. Some strange flowers must have exploded somewhere. A bee or two seemed hovering around. All looked so lingeringly beautiful.

I must have been dreaming then… about the  moments driven away by time and tide. Thinking that when everything is past now, how is it I can still see the ebb in the middle of that green water… disappear and come back. It’s almost lost … but then there it is…

 

How is it that a ghost call of an unknown silent caller unnerve this very moment of me? This silence is shattering… maddening…and yet so familiar… It’s the only language that seems to exist between me and him… but he is so far away… how can it reach me anymore?.. Like the leaves rustling into my ears are his voice… like the wind is his breath… like the reflections in the water are hiding him beneath…

 

I must have been dreaming for I could almost touch him… feel his heart beat in my hand…

 

Then the moment passed. The outer world suddenly lost its pace. It seemed there was no past … no present … no yearning for the future… everything seemed to have melted into one… the very moment. The transient human life seemed was no journey at all and we were no more the travelers. It was more as if we were the moments and it was the life that was going by… surrounding moments like us… the mere bubbles of existence…

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