" Boating seems so easy from the outside But everyone is floating on their own tide"*

" Boating seems so easy from the outside
But everyone is floating on their own tide"
You , I remember , told me oneday,
As we rowed down and up, that lake
Where water lilies bloomed, swans where came
To bathe and float on the waters cool,

It had been a day of spring of our touring
To the countryside,
Boating seemed really so easy, outside
There were flowers all over, at the bank
There were bushes and hedges for us
To hide our feelings , deep deep inside
And how we floated the whole day
Just happily riding our tides,

You asked me to row it close and near
Those swans who were white and silvery
You fed them by your own hands, beckoning
Them by your simple cooing, a lovely day
There for us , to keep us to boating confined,
Pictures how beautifully in the storehouse stay,

And you said smiling soft, knowing
What that rowing to us brought,
What pleasure, what pains, what acts
Of Love, what rainy evenings,
Which songs , what breeze fluttering
Your skirt, in the waves simmering,

" Boating seems so easy from the outside
But everyone is floating on their own tide"

I nodded at you, always there , at the other end,
Rowing , only for you, down and up that lake
Where swans came to bathe in the waters cool,
And where trees fell by their shadows on the pool,

Such a day to get wasted, spoilt, yet renewed
To more of life, sprouting, as Flowers,
To get drenched in love, heavenly showers.

(*Note: upon a painting, loosely based, as attached; courtesy: Art without Limits series, Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni)