Sitting at the waters edge,
Gazing up into the star filled sky,
The Blue moon hangs in the evening silence,
A shooting star goes flying by.
A glowing mist forms in the distance,
Ripples break the waters calm,
Something this way's moving closer,
My fingers tighten into my palm.
My mouth is dry, I dare not speak,
The silence in my ears is deafening,
Standing, I stumble, my legs are weak.
Its voice is music to my ears,
Soothes and calms my apprehension,
My hesitation disappears.
Your arms they hold and welcome me,
And underneath the crystal heavens,
We are lost in the Lake of Eternity.
We will drift along its shore.
And welcome one another always,
Until we've breath to love no more.
