24 April 2008

Not Knowing Better about Angela

I made it to the lake's beach, alone
Night welcomed me, and I sat down
and waited for Angela

How many died, slipping beneath
The lake's face, into the bosom
of mother nature,

Never to return? How many went
Willingly into that wet tomb?
I saw the shore's

Far side and there decided to
Give myself to Angela, and really
Care for her.