THE POND
Whisper soft my angel
Whisper in my dreams
Come to me in the middle of the night
Quiet my midnight screams
Hold me tight my lover
Squeeze away my pain
Hold me in your arms till the morning light
Teach me to love again
I wandered through the darkness
To the pond of memory
Through tangled overgrown trees
Gnarled with the pain of days gone by
Through thicket heavy with thorn
Cutting deep my flesh and scarring my soul
To the clearing
True joy is here
As the moonbeam dances on dewy sweet grass
Barefoot I walked on cool mossy carpet
To peer into the pool
I close my eyes and ope them again
A vision made of dreams
My heart stops: my breath stills
Perhaps moonbeam plays tricks on me
I look again
The placid water waits for me
Here I see your face
Emerald fire and tender smile
Oh what does this mean?
I reach out to see if this vision is real
Trembling hand touches cool water
And still heart feels your milky skin
GONE!!!!!!
Nothing but liquid cold
As a gentle breeze blows;
A lone teardrop burns a path down lonely cheek
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep
Whisper soft my sweet angel
Whisper in my dreams
Hold me tight
Teach me to love again.
