Silver Lake

By Michael Gene Miller
Copyright © 1977
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the silence creeps across the lake
and the wind is still.....
time has slipped away and all seems now,
the light and darkness intermix,
the good and evil abide the house together,
and mind wanders to the ends of knowledge.

were we alone, I could look at you
and show the world I see
to your understanding eyes,
and feel comfort in your hands...
but far away are you,
and distances are as walls
that stretch in front of us
to mock our longing to touch,
and to be as one.

I am with us, and we are to me,
all is ours.
half of me is here.
half of me is in you.
we shall meet and become whole
in a place
quiet...
and still...





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