Serenity's Solitude

Beneath the golden sky, where dreams take flight, A lone figure drifts upon the tranquil lake. Petals of fire float, a silent ballet, Each one a whisper of time's gentle wake. The boat, a vessel of solitude, glides slow, Carrying the weight of thoughts both vast and deep. The water mirrors the heavens, a canvas of glow, Where the soul finds solace, where the heart can sleep. The woman, cloaked in hues of blue and white, Navigates the currents of her inner sea. Her gaze, a window to the infinite light, A beacon of peace in the vast expanse of me. The roses, scattered like stars upon the tide, Tell tales of love, of loss, and of the heart's desire. They float, a testament to life's fleeting pride, A reminder that beauty can be found in fire. This scene, a mirror of the soul's own quest, Where the journey inward leads to self-discovery. The boat, the lake, the sky—a sacred test, Of finding peace in the embrace of mystery. For in the quiet of this solitary ride, We find the strength to face life's endless tide. The petals, the water, the woman—unified, In the eternal dance of serenity.