Purple Lake
Hand in hand we walked to the shores
of Purple Lake.
Mystical waters cascaded over our
nakedness washing away the weight
of reality.
Silver strands of moonlight danced
across our skin reflecting beauty
almost too much to bear.
From the waters we rose, two souls
in flight, warm gentle winds carrying
us across the skies of
Fantasy.
Reaching out we touched the ancient
face of the moon, and gathered silver
star dust as we traveled
from star to star.
As we journeyed, I turned and looked
into your eyes, seeing not the stranger
who took my hand as we first walked to
the shore.
In your eyes I saw the reflection
of my soul.
Our journey ended as we drifted back
to the shores of Purple Lake,
back to the Land of Reality and I
watched you turn and walk away.
I tried to return to the mystical waters,
but the path had disappeared,
your footprints washed away.
Though the path is gone, and you’re
there no more, memories of our journey
and the glimpse I once
saw of the reflection of my soul
will always remain.
Written By: Psyche-_-
July 16, 2000
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