Silent Voyageurs
Reflection
In serene procession, three figures glide across the water's face,
Their white robes billowing like mist in the morning's embrace.
With pointed hoods and red sashes, they embody mystic grace,
Their tranquil faces a reflection of a deeper, inner space.
The oar, a crimson-tipped wand, stirs the lake's glassy sheen,
As ripples dance and whisper secrets, unseen.
In this boat, a world of contemplation, where the soul takes flight,
A journey through the stillness, into the light of inner sight.
Their robes, like clouds, surround them, shielding from life's wild storm,
As they navigate the waters, with a gentle, peaceful form.
The artist's brush, a master of subtlety, weaves a tale of devotion,
A testament to the beauty of the human heart's deepest emotion.
In this moment, they are free, their spirits unencumbered and bright,
As they sail into the mystery, with the dawn's early, golden light.