Snow

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

 

-”Through the Looking Glass”, Lewis Carroll

Promise Yourself

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing

can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity

to every person you meet.

 

To make all your friends feel

that there is something in them

To look at the sunny side of everything

and make your optimism come true.

 

To think only the best, to work only for the best,

and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others

as you are about your own

 

To forget the mistakes of the past

and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times

and give every living creature you meet a smile.

 

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself

that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,

and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

 

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,

not in loud words but great deeds.

To live in faith that the whole world is on your side

so long as you are true to the best that is in you

 

 

-Christian D. Larson

The Waters of the Lake

In the waters of the lake

Where the crystals rested

I looked at my reflection

Framed with my hair falling down towards the lake

 

In the quiet atmosphere

Only I heard noises

Hammering screams

Of all the signs I refused to see

And mystical whispers

Reminding me of the exquisite rainbow,

“It is bound to shine after the hurricane”

I listened as my heart reacted insanely to those words

I stared for so long

As my tears rippled the waters

The apocalypse of feelings exploded in blinding light

And I was commanded to be still

As still as the Sun is while planets orbit

“Be still!”

I heard,

“Be still!”

 

In the waters of the lake

Where the crystals rested

The voices that captured me were mine

I looked at my reflection

And the crystal waters were also staring back at me

As my tears dissolved into it

I saw colors I have never seen

 

© 2013 ALIA SULTAN