Anchored in silence,
shadowed in magnificence,
in the thoughts of peaceful being.
Seeing the world through eyes
to the beauty that surrounds.
The sounds of the onslaught of dusk
like the winds of change
to rearrange your position, upon the lake.
the cover of a clouded shroud,
it speaks loudly in anchored silence
in magnificence; lost in thoughts.
The peace of being adrift.