Beyond my Reach

Just as the frost bound night gives way to dawn
dark silence echoes still across the tranquil lake
some early glancing sunbeams seem to wake
those placid waters as a mirrored, golden lawn,
and fleeing darkness all despond does take.

My fond, frail happiness, born so coffee hot
by morning fire of light, if not yet heat
must soon, before the waking day, retreat
and leave behind a vision which will not
until the next bright dawning e’er repeat

But I will know you when we meet again
lit only by the glowing eastern sky
before some first bird’s early morning cry
more lasting pleasure to perhaps attain
to fail perforce, but always, then to try.

Author: Low Wattage

Expat Welshman, educated (somewhat) in UK, left before it became fashionable to do so. Now a U.S. Citizen, and recent widower, playing with retirement and house remodeling, living in Delaware and rural Maryland (weekends). View all posts by Low Wattage