Sitting By The Lake Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Confronting the wind she dances on the moonlight of her silhouette.

Hearing the sound of the flowers talk at dawn she sings with the rain's melodies.

Walking in the vineyard of her psalteries and harps her mind is flowing in the breeze.

Her sophisticated legs of luster are carving the fields of meadows with songs of love.

Enticing the trees to sing with each step she takes the wind is caressing her hair.

Her eyes are like pools of orchids that bloom in her paradise of waterfalls.

Her articulate movements summoned a waterspout to feed the birds of paradise.

She anticipates her emotions to emerge from hiding so she descends into her dreams.

Searching the gates of her mind she invited the angels to her rhapsody.

She was giving immunity to rapture her sacred thoughts to Poseidon.

When the summer heat touched her smile it caused an earthquake on Mercury.

The moon occupied the day for her to select the Orion at night.

Her satellite of music created a bridge to heaven as her beauty explored the Milky Way.

When Pegasus saw her sitting by the lake the moon serenaded Zeus.

Written by Theodore Mosley

June 15,2017