Water Man

 Water Man


A shrouded presence moves over the water today,

Hiding his face in the swirling mist, his mood a mystery.

Will he stay tranquil or get tempestuous? 

Rippling his muscles in the sinuous seas,

Frothing with fury in a raging gale, only to make sky cry. 

Or, when the vapors clear, showing his brighter side,

Dancing on the wind-blown waves,

Laughing with the purling ripples along a cobbled beach, 

Then calm and serene under moon-lit heavens.

There is a presence in this Great Lake,

A body of water. Within it, a depth of feeling. 


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