Lake of Diamonds
With the morning sun at a certain angle
And the water gently waving,
The reflection on the lake
Is like looking at a
Lake of diamonds.
They sparkle. They shine
Like the diamonds on my wife’s hand.
These diamonds of the lake
Work day in and day out
To cut, to grind, to churn the stones
Into a fine sand.
I know that the reflections
I see are diamonds
Because I can gather them up
And put them into the fine velvet bag
Of my mind.
Their weight as heavy as stone.
I can then pour them out
Onto my velvet table whenever
The sun shines
Bringing me back to
The Lake of Diamonds.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 