The Magnolia

The Magnolia
by Mary McNeil Fenollosa

O flowers of the garden, of skilled and human care,
Sweet heliotrope, and violet, and orchid frail and fair,
Pour out your love to happier hearts; the woodland flowers for me,
The pallid, creamy blossoms of the dark magnolia tree!

I close my eyes; my soul lifts up to float with their perfume,
And dull the body lying in this narrow city room.
Again I am a happy child. I leap and joy to see
The great curved petals wavering slip from out the gleaming tree.

As holy grail, or pearl inwrought, or carven ivory cup,
They stand on bronze and emerald bough, and brim their sweetness up;
And underneath a happy child! --- O days that used to be!
In distant land, the flowers still stand upon the dark green tree.

Water Reflections

I like this little poem and I think it matches very well the idea about a unknown boat and its reflection in the water:

Sailboat, rowboat, motor boat, too.
Moving through the waters so clear and blue.
Tugboat, lifeboat, kayak and canoe
With so many types of boats,
Which one will you choose?

(by Melanie Mazurek)

Night on the Bay

I tried to figure it out what this man is thinking just now when the evening comes slowly to the shores:

It's night on the bay
And lights are shinin'
And the sailboats sway
And that cool ocean breeze.
Blowin' down through the keys
I think I'll call it a day
Oh, night on the bay.
Sure feels good to me.

(Neil Young)