Friday, May 27, 2016

Edge of the Lake

Clouds Hung Around the Mountain
Like A Scarf Around Your Neck
Ruffled and Soft
The Evening Star
Bright in the Twilight
Shimmered Like Your Eyes
I Sat at the Edge of the Lake
Drunk With Love
Sure that You Will Appear
Walk on the Water to Me
Be My Messiah

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