Round Stones

One might hope that death would be like this:
I'm on the smooth round rocks which line
A silent alpine lake. The air is warm, the sky
Not blue, but hazy. No one else is near.
There are no birds or aircraft to be seen
Above the mountainsides. I sit down on
The rocks to rest. I feel their warmth.
I watch the lake, which, without wind,
Lays very still. Eternity should be like this.
I don't believe I have a soul, but, if I did,
I'd be delighted if it was transported here.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-25 at 13:26

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You've painted a fine picture. :)

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
no no no it will be jagged and we will have to spend eons smoothing corners!
"Hope" is the thing with feathers.

Keep writing...I like your world.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderfully peaceful scene you paint, Larry. It may be as you visualize!