Today on an island . Motors roar on the lake.
Far away across the water. Cars speed by.
A breeze drowns our the world. Hush, hush, hush. It smooths and waves gentle cattails.
I used to paint. Absorbing the colors and shapes Into my being.Capturing beauty with my fingers.
Now I strive To put it into words.To plant it in the Depths of my mind.
But truth be told Neither words.
Can save it forever.