Mountains stretching between the rims of horizon
Guarding the lake still asleep on this autumn morning
Clouds not in a hurry to ascend to their heavenly abode
To join the office of the Sun waiting lazily (above)
The windmills dotting the balustrade
Clapping as if the audacity of the clouds
To choose the placidity of the lake('s surface)
Over the Sun's promise of a (beautiful) day
Forms finite, borders assured make the lake
A beauty void/ rid of boundlessness
Undulating in the horizons unreal
As the sky envelops the cosmos (itself/ infinite)
Bound by identities [forms, ( schemes, plan) and shape], however (close and) dear
You end/One ends up being the sky of a lake
Limited only to reflecting in its surface
What could be/ have been a firmament limitless
Unbound by choices, when one could be
The possibilities inherent to being
A part of the infinite within us each
Longing to become the Welkin/ Cosmos/ Universe