by George Freek
I stare into the lake,
where the moon is reflected
like a shrunken pear.
The stars seem like tiny boats,
drifting in an inviting sea
to almost anywhere;
then giving way to despair.
My hopes seem to go,
where the stars go.
If this life is a dream,
I want to waken.
I once thought I knew
what I wanted,
but I was mistaken.
I leave my door open
to this mysterious night,
but only the wind
blows in and gives me no light.
George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem “Night Thoughts” was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Hawaii Pacific Review 