John Morony Poets
The View from the Swiss Grand
She stirs something deep inside,
Her waves unfurl, ever so slowly,
Her surface illuminates, under the pale whites
of a summer moon.
in all its splendour.
A vast mass of trembling
One after another, her waves make their way to shore.
Gently crashing as their journeys end.
Its as if time slows….
And just for a moment