Lake Ontario ( or Ode to Selene)

Lake Ontario
Saturday, December 13, 1997 Oakville

I

The sounds of poesy are found amidst the sounds of your breath!
Could the force of the moon have pierced our souls?
Language was not necessary to intimate the warmth
Of the moment, two entities coalesced into one wave;
The spirits soared amidst the sighs of ecstasy,
You surrender your mind to the waves of the lake,
Your body transforms the landscape of the shore,
The wind moans among the light of the moon
Only to be absorbed by the oscillation
Of our thoughts that transcend the wind, the waves, and the shore.


II

The waves embraced the shore like the warm, sensuous fringes
Enbraced our spirits, the warm hands that proffer understanding
Grasping for new summits, the firmament offers truths
That the human
Eyes
Cannot transcend or fully fathom.
The silver masts will enlighten the nautical travel through this
Journey of discovery
Into the depths of an intangible and inarticulate consciousness,
Into the depths of your inner being,
Into the depths of your quintessence and into the depths of your river!




III
Are the scents, the silky shapes, the hummingbird’s sighs all part of a dream?
Has my reality been transfigured by this sensitive hummingbird?
Do i wake or do i sleep?
Is the lake murmuring its secrets?
Do i sleep?
Do i wake?
Are the bards with us on this silver twilight?
Is the nautical traveller aware of Aeolus’ powers as these passengers...
Travel
through
Aphrodite’s channels?
Cognizance will proffer growth into a new realm,
A realm that will trumpet...
the golden fruit,
A realm that will continue...
this waking
silver
Dream.