Lake - Poem by Ronald Chapman
I believe you live in my past,
You and me floating on a rippling lake,
A warm summer breeze caressing our bare feet,
Surrounded by a mirror reflecting stars.
A long way, from today,
A long time, dreaming,
A long time, waiting,
To touch love once again.
Looking up each night at the heavens,
Struggling to see your spirit,
Looking for a bridge across time and space to your heart,
Seeing fiery stars,
Flying through space and time,
Messengers carrying memories,
Wondering if they are sending prayers to me,
From a thousand years past,
Never giving up hope,
Looking for your Soul,
In this time and place.
Seeing a ghost behind every cloud,
I raise my hands to the stars each night,
Praying my final destination is kneeling,
Before your Soul,
Floating on a silver lake,
Hearing the laughter,
From our children playing in the sunshine.
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