Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Shores of a Moody Lake

Let me sit with you at the shores of this moody lake,
drink in your essence, let the rain mute our words
to mingle with the grey murky depths of this watery expanse,
and provoke restless waves that darkens the calm
by the power of the purpose that we spoke when we were there.


  1. that last line makes this all the more to me....and we have to fight through the waves at times to arrive at that purpose...i def believe in a purpose only we could have together...

  2. Rain has its own wisdom and power to draw from, as does not being alone in it.