Distant Shores

I can see thy there, standing on

The other side of the lake,

Staring back at me from a distance

And leaving me to wonder, are

Thy real or but a dream?

Leave me bewildered, thy do!

My thoughts drift like clouds

Through the blue skies, with

Thoughts of thy mysteries

Thick like a plague I wish not

To be healed of.

Thy lips move, in slow motion,

Taking forever to form words,

Which I cannot hear across the

Crashing of invisible waves.

Am I truly that naïve, as not

To know dream from reality?

Are thy truly there, calling to me

From that distant shore,

Or am I fevered with grandure

… Once more.

(c) 2003 A Riddle