Pink Rhythm

Mulled misty morn

blurred with distant birdsong.

Curving country paths

steer me to a pristine pond.

Eyes miss a blink,

to a sea of pink,

as water lilies wake up

to the ode of spring!

My mind takes a pause

in unspoken meditation,

as buds sway mildly

upon calming water currents.

On a laidback dawn breeze,

as dewy birdwings flap in glee,

my heart flies high

to that special place,

in dreams, yet to see.

In awe, I look on forever,

preserving a remarkable memory.

For the time when a lonely soul shall seek

the silent pink rhythm

of a thousand mute water lilies…

:: Describing a "wow" moment upon witnessing the Talay Bua Daeng (Red Lotus Sea) in Thailand at the wee hours of dawn. I have never experienced a scene like this one. In the midst of a thousand pink water lilies, time as though stood still in meditation. The last stanza from Wordsworth's "Daffodils" comes to my mind --- 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. (water lilies!)

My verse echoes this exact feeling!

I now know what 'wealth' the show to me has brought!