Thursday photo prompt
Is this where I find you?
Is it your resting place, where you found solace, at last?
Is this your reflection, mirror of a soul forever lost to us?
Have you now found peace, away from the terror of this world?
Were you so impatient, or so desperate, to seek evasion, a door to elsewhere?
Are these trees your friends, there to protect you, and, perhaps, to warn us?
Have you succeeded where we have failed?
Three Things Challenge: PL18
velvet, cloud, hippie
Late in the day, emerging from his grass cloud, the ageing hippie saw you, asleep, as you once were, on the velvet pastel of the pool.
We loved the sound of the big stone falling into the clear water, we loved the endless ripples, afterwards, in the little pool. The light reflected on the sharp green ferns, the fresh grass, as the whole nature spelt: Spring!
We were young, we got wet, we looked at our reflections, as if our future would suddenly appear, as the water surface went back to a calm mirror.
Sometime we saw shadows, behind our smiling faces, as if ghosts awaken by the splash had come up to check who dared disturb the peace…