the lake

it was gorgeous out there by the lake tonight.

everything was silent, except the steady water
trickling out the sides of lined pathways.
in the air, the moon shone her blurred, milky luster
reflecting on the dark ripples of the lake.

it's one of my favorite places to visit--
that bridgeport lake--
with its regal lighthouse and gentle breeze,
even after nine.
i love leaning over the edge of the rail and just staring into the distance
hunting for my special constellation,
as well as others, like the big dipper tonight.
i love the serenity,
and being able to amble down the bridge
without a thought of where i ought to be
or what i ought to be doing.

sometimes, you just need an escape place
one that you will only go to with those close friends
as you share your secret thrills with them
and yet, only some will understand you,
for most know not the breathtaking reward of the little wooden bridge
surrounded by perfect houses.
it's a place where i can have conversations with no one in particular
or talk to He who listens from the night sky
to pour out my thoughts, my concerns, my fears and joys
and to wait patiently for Him to respond.

what also fascinates me
is the contrast you find within a few yards of the bridge--
for another bridge stands, guarding one entrance to the majestic lighthouse,
and from here i stopped and observed the cars of newhall ranch road
speeding back and forth, practically all in a hurry,
and the color of the streets changed from yellow to red to green.
a small glimpse of the city, and yet behind me is the quiet lake
with 2 ducks softly swaying along together.
how utterly beautiful!

goodnight, my special spot.
and when i need to share smiles or tears with you
i will visit again.


H