VILLE D'AVRAY

Ville D' AVRAY

 

As I looked deep into the portrait
A circulation of farmers in the distance
A lake embeds the mere reflection of them
Beyond the lake a castle nestled in fine formation
The grass and brush covers a fisherman
The silent whisper through the trees
In ardent meadows to appease
One can visibly see colors of vast radiant green
A hollow escape of the fancy free
Shadows haunt the elaborate decorum
At waters edge you can touch the vibration of sound
Captured through the noise of farmers in their alarm
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
To capture a memory in time
The winding bend that goes through the lake
Filter through a grand escape
A nap sack from a villager
The fisherman looks on
Words can't express the timely moment with no regrets

Author's Note

This poem was taken from a portrait.