No. 45 - Cross

Cross over the colors,

Pools of beauty a blur.

Dare to discover

Past the seasons that were,

Here blooming a new

In the dawn of mid-June,

That the rain still falls down

All a sudden

And the buds loosen up,

Half-unbuttoned.

Telling us too,

Let go of what you knew…

For your thoughts,

Made of old tricks and patterns,

Are so easily

Scattered.

Rather – gather yourselves

By the light of that eternal lantern,

Till you find such delight

Overcoming the night,

As every expectation

Shatters.

Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies, Claude Monet (1899).