Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Not alone

I sat down near the lake
And watched the geese swim by
I caught a glimpse of someone watching
Out the corner of my eye
But they slipped into the shadows
Back from whence they came
I thought saw the blur of wings
And heard the whisper of my name
I watched the ripples widen
Across the reflection of my face
And I caught a shred of memory
From other time and place
I know that someone’s watching me
In case I trip and fall
I know someone will hear me
If only I should call

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