I wonder how it must have felt
to feel the icy chill against your cheeks
and the wind against your back
as you loose yourself in serenity
So many different times
I wished it was me;
aching for the peace I could see
in your eyes
like a calming surprise
that just takes your breath away
I see the world fade
as the boat softly sways
and silence sets in
I imagine the soft rush of water
chasing the paddles
as your arms swing back and forth,
moving with the current
and utterly content
watching birds glide
across the bluest of skies;
icy breath into contented sighs  
reflection of wings
seen in the clearest of waters
like a mirror of beauty
never before seen;
cut by the couple paddling a canoe
in the lake