The joyous lake,
Summer at Kurt's pond.
The joyous lake,
Here under heaven.
An ancient dar's dream is born again.
White lilies open wide at the light of dawn,
Close gently at twilight.
Sunset reflections slide silver water,
High clouds above the trees and small mountains Waver in loveliness,
Widened and magnified.
At night,
A splash,
A croak,
The sole chant of hidden frogs and late summer crickets.
Call one forth to wonder at water and stone,
Which is real,
Which reflection?
Is it a dream,
This world,
This glimmering lake like Arthurian legend?
Yet all the more real love,
Compassion,
Friendship,
Kindness,
Found unexpected,
A blue jewel of wisdom For all who may need it.
Water lilies open to sunny mooring,
Dragonflies,
Trees of the distant island,
Speak all to me of gladness.
How once again,
In the midst of sorrow and alteration,
The changeless Eternal,
Mirrored by the water world,
Manifests forth unquenchably joyous.
This beautiful poem was written by Isabella Fisk Macfarlane,
Also known as Lady Belle.
She wrote this on 16 August 1987.
This was especially for Trudy Boyles.
Isabella wrote this during a stay in the home of Trudy Boyles on the pond in the Maple Corner,
Gallus,
Vermont,
After the sudden death of her uncle,
Classical composer,
Milton Fisk,
In July 1987.
Isabella and Brian's son Andrew was conceived during this visit.
Thank you Isabella.
Thank you all.
Until we meet again,
Thank you.
I love you.
