Jan 29, 2009
The lake

Standing by the lake,

with a heart full of seethe.

Feeling strong, my sake

and the cold night breethe.

 
And in the water I see,

northern lights that are

dancing quietly,

but very, very far.

 

I wish I could go in,

dance with the lights

and feel them touch my skin.

I think I can“t forget

everything I regret.
 

Looking down deep,

screaming with no sound.

Two stars quietly weep.

The underside will never be found.

 

Hold, hurry, hold me,

gentle breeze.

And then set me free

so my heart wont freeze.

 

I wish I could go in.

Play with the stars

Feel them touch my skin

I think I can“t forget.

Everything I regret.

 


Posted at 03:29 pm by rosin

 

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