Pond of Remembrance ------------------- Upon the pond of remembrance, I see you, I see you nearing, I see you veering, Why won't you come to me? Why won't you let me touch you heathen face? Why are you so near? Yet so far away? Is this but a cruel game that you and I must play? I see the rippled circles, Of your dissapearing face, You have eluded me again my sweet, But I am not yet prepared to concede to you defeat, For tommorrow's another day, Another day for us to play, This twisted game that I hold so dear, This twisted game that I dare not end, For I fear, That you will never re-appear, Upon the pond of remembrance,
Reason for writing:
This one came to while I was relaxing on a forty-foot sailboat.
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