I discovered the lake that summer

Deliberately arriving to see stars at midnight

Reflecting like white diamonds

In silken waters


I heard the crickets

Familiar, comforting sound

Lulled me to sleep as a child

Like a soft, summer rain


Under lacy pines nodding in the wind

Lake responded calmly to questions

With answers slow, no hurry to move


Confined by a barricade of sand

And wily weeds

Lake whispered peaceful

Songs of night while

Lapping on the shore


Winged creatures whisked around

Interrupting the reverie

Shining in the silvery glow

Cast by the heavenly court


I no longer hear

The crickets 

Is that why I no longer


Complicated stories now

To unravel

Strange tales now

To weave


But look beyond the horizon

Wait for the break of dawn—

For a lake song still sings tales

And imparts a timeless wisdom.




© Prasanta July, 2016

*Author’s Note: I was inspired to write this after reading “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats.  Here it is below:



The Lake Isle of Innisfree


By William Butler Yeats


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.


I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.