The Lake

Summer memories...

Every summer we went 

To the lake, where we owned a home

We would spend a week

Or however long our time really was 

Days would be forgotten 

No measure of time seemed to fit our lovely hours 

The minutes and seconds blurred 

Into the cool reflection on the surface 

Fingers trailing in the water 

As we drifted across in the rowboat 

The little carp dancing happily 

As we threw bread for them 

The way the firelight made you glow 

And let me shine beside you 

I won't forget the promise, love

The lake waits for us yet 

Will you come with me? 

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

A lover of this poem could write back in verse and does. But I say back, repeating merrily like a very parrot:

The little carp dancing happily. We threw bread for them?

and further...(though this is personal by way of scenario for me w/ my sad body and my image of it/and abstract it makes no sense esp. as I continue)

Come with me, I say. The firelight makes you shine; but my hair shines not so very bright like my alchemy sisters,
(who have the trick of hair down pat)
shine away. I would come I would, but only if we were needy and cold and thin,
I would come if we needed each other. I you needed me and wanted me.
If I wanted you and needed you, I would.

The life was long we had by the lake by the sea even when I was frozen in the depths of the Alaskan coast; I could not take a life or keep it. I could not be lost.

[Justin]

that was really cutie :) it is a cutie summer love story :)