Walking by the stream
Thinking where it may lead
Through many unknown places
Others to only dream.
A thousand twisting miles
Flow gently past ones thoughts
Of vivid reminisces that bring
So many inward smiles.
Watery reflections of flowing leaves
Draping like a curtain
That shield the passing years
And a heart that grieves.
To see the sun like a flame
Across the sparkling water edge
But it is all in my heart
As I still whisper your name.
Joyce Gale © 2007
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