• Near The Lake…
    The glistening water is smooth and still
    No movements or sounds
    Just a cold chill
    I look around and see
    Nothing but a big old tree
    I can hear the leaves rustle in the wind
    And stand here before the lake
    I listen closely and yet I still wait...
    I wonder; where could he be?
    I ponder, and I see
    There he is!
    Watching from the distance
    As he comes closer and closer
    I feel breathless
    A sudden chill rushes down my spine
    I’m cold
    I’m scared
    I’m different
    The leaves crunch under his steps
    He hugs me and says,
    “Don’t ever leave me again......”