The drawing came back <br />Like a second line of a poem <br />My throat grew tight, chills <br />ran down my spine <br /> <br />I remember I was once <br />spellbound by a child’s drawing <br />of earth and sky... water and light <br />Her deft hands and inner eye <br />capturing dream and reality <br />the transparent duality <br />There in the surface of the lake <br />in that thin layer of reflection <br /> <br />The green in the trees, the blue in the sky <br />The gleam in the lake, the sun’s golden eye <br /> <br />The drawing was a poem <br />that awakened my heart <br />A déjà vu of sorts <br />A painting in verse <br />mirror a picture in words <br />Interchangeable <br />the vision <br />mine and hers <br />One and the same <br />both recognizing <br />that face without name <br /> <br />Same lake, same vision <br />A third eye’s inward reflection <br /> <br />I returned to the drawing in a flash <br />My eyes ripple life... my smile <br />Widening like the sky <br /> <br />* with much thanks to Ronald Peat for challenging me to re-write <br />'Spellbound' and to capture epiphanies<br /><br />Sonya Florentino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-second-line/
