Love on Lake Huron's stone shore

Friends and I camped out up in Canada by Lake Huron in September of 2005, and I went out by the shore to sleep on the beach, covered with rocks.

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Camping, I lay on these hard northern stones, cold and shivering,

But completely happy,

For they are your stones, washed

Clean and smooth by your tears;

And I feel your sweet breath blowing over my face;

And I hear the gurgle of your laughter in the lapping waters.

And over head, or should I say, out in front of me,

Way out, away from the surface of this small planet,

I see the glory of your complete thought:

a million stars, a million worlds, shining—

And you wink, at all of us, in a shooting star

Trailing long and slow across the arc of the sky,

A thousand years in a moment,

And an entire galaxy wheels in front of me!

Your handiwork, which makes me love you more.

Later, you wake me with a whisper in my ear,

And bid me look north

Where a dance of northern lights celebrates in slow waltz

Across the rim of the world!

Doing you honor and homage,

Lifting my heart with thrill and joy to know you.

I lay in happiness on these hard stones

You put here so long ago,

At peace in your embrace.

Some people tell me I should forget about you, that I merely imagine you,

That you are a figment of my dreams,

But I can’t help smile back when I see

The joy in your galaxy wide beaming smile upon us all.