Lake Michigan
on the banks of lake michigan i found my true loves soul
tired and twisted in a wreckage of folded metal resembeling avatgard sculptures
nameless, senseless, and cold i drug her from the wreckage while the sky was painted red and black
now with the moon in my eyes i breathe life into her mouth but each breathe given means each breathe taken
as as the sun begins to rise i see visions of a former life- forgotten life when we once loved eachother-
when we were children dancing in the spring rain
warm and wet we embrace under endless rainbows saturated with everything under the sun
we become spring rain, we become one
now with the coming of the day i say farewell to past love, i say farewell to past life
where im goin no man can follow
im going to the sun so i can stay warm.
Copyright © David Watters | Year Posted 2005
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