An early morning vision of Clear Lake, California.

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I was up early one morning walking beside Clear Lake. The water was as still as a mirror. In the grey misty light a silver heron flew by skimming the surface with each beat of its wings just touching the water's surface....

Nobody came to the lake in the rain
In a veil of pale disappearing

Out of a dream flew the heron queen
With a silvery wing the water kissing

The clouds clouded by
Grey on grey - born to cry
Rain on the water
The tears of the sky

Out of a dream flew the heron queen
With a silvery wing the water kissing