The creek with it's rolling water
Creates sounds strangely soothing
Perhaps God speaks to me
In ways my ears cannot understand
But my soul does, and it is thankful.
I stand alone
Watching the cold, crisp water
Take the edges from the stones,
Taking, yet givng
In beautiful simlicity
The years wash by so fast.
I stand alone,
But tears are not shed
Those years are gone
I look back so fondly
On those days of loving hope
Now but a haunting shadow
Burning it's image into my mind
With every footstep.
This world is so awsomely beautiful
Beyond perfection in it's glory.
The sence that it makes
Astounds me every second
Why is love not like nature
Why does love make no sence??
I stand alone.
But there was one who met me here,
Was it yesterday, or long ago?
Are they so very different?
Are we so different my love,
That we cannot touch hearts
Open and free, you and me?
So wondrous it could be.
Could, would, should have been!
Before this cruel world froze
Over with ice
And love died in the cold,
Rolling waters of the creek.
As I stand here, alone.
