Poeticpiers
03-23-2007, 05:41 PM
Water music
Beneath the moon the quiet stream.
Its flow strengthened by distant rain.
Makes music which invades my dream.
My stone built house stands beside
the stream which ever onward flows.
My bedroom window’s open wide.
So I can hear its melody
To me it is a lullaby
which keeps me dreaming happily.
The waters sing their soft refrain
familiar and comforting.
Relieving all my stress and strain.
When morning comes I leave my bed
Refreshed, renewed to face the day.
Quite certain I am well rested.
The flowing stream that sings to me
Is heard by others as it goes
On its long journey to the sea.
I often wonder if they know
the sheer contentment which I feel
and understand why it is so.
23-Mar-07
Beneath the moon the quiet stream.
Its flow strengthened by distant rain.
Makes music which invades my dream.
My stone built house stands beside
the stream which ever onward flows.
My bedroom window’s open wide.
So I can hear its melody
To me it is a lullaby
which keeps me dreaming happily.
The waters sing their soft refrain
familiar and comforting.
Relieving all my stress and strain.
When morning comes I leave my bed
Refreshed, renewed to face the day.
Quite certain I am well rested.
The flowing stream that sings to me
Is heard by others as it goes
On its long journey to the sea.
I often wonder if they know
the sheer contentment which I feel
and understand why it is so.
23-Mar-07