I remember your face,
Reflected in the lake,
In the moonlight last night.
Night breeze in your air,
And the fox in his lair
Saw sunshine in your face.
I remember your hand
Dig down in the sand
For a flat stone,
And find one.
Dream glaze in your eyes,
No hint of surprise
At the moonshine in your hand.
I still see the place,
Can recall the embrace,
In the deathlight last night.
Sliced stone at the pool,
Love shrieked for the fool,
Glass splintered in my face
And you gone without trace.
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Axilea
Ron