Lake Side

Meandering me.
Moss hanging and swaying,
Beckoning in the breeze.
Water lapping gently
As thoughts work west.

Yearning you.
Grey gloom paints the sky
Dulling your day’s dreams.
Crying clouds softly rain
Muting the morning magic.

Gathering we.
Imaginary journey joins us
With a surprise of sight and sound.
Alone but for this moment stolen
And shared on a bench by the lake.

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