Her beauty makes the mountains blush,
the clouds carve a heart to offer her
as tribute when the tuxedoed evening comes.
These days, I can’t see hearts or stars
through the city’s halo,
and these memories fade like scars
as I follow the brain’s breadcrumbs–
frozen roses, chocolate ladybugs
both lead me back to Lake Sarnen.
A guest to the nuptials of calm waters
and constellations, amidst
cool sips of craft beer;
the silence of civil consideration,
and one universal truth:
heaven is a hammock
on a hillside; a place
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
My photograph taken May 2021.
This poem is written for Flashback Friday #54 Heaven is a Place on Earth which asks us to write about a place we consider close to heaven. While living in Germany, I took two trips to Switzerland. Both times were breathtaking adventures, peaceful and rejuvenating, and this place, in particular, was really heaven on earth.