Serendipity

This is about a place I used to visit growing up, Lake Simcoe, and the ferry 'Serendipity' that sailed it daily. It's really just a recollection of memories, and a description of the past.

Serendipity in the distance, 

Sail-

Simcoe sleeps a silent slumber

Oh, gentle chariot, 

Whisk me away,

Far off-

Towards the halcyon skies of yesterday...

I'm dreaming. 

Saddened willows caress the still,

As blue birds fly-

A reflection;

Echoes of a time

When life was dictated by nothing more

Than the constant flux of the stretching sun,

And the folding moon

But as if swept away briskly-

By tomorrow's Autumn breeze,

Such placidities, it seems, 

Must always cease...

Serendipity on the soft waves, breathing,

Return-

To shores we've kissed before