The Lake

I take my steps beside the lake and stare to where the water stops, and in these moments I adhere to nothing less than broken thoughts. My dreams, my hopes, they fret among the boughs of trees that fell, from whence they leaned a touch to far to see their own reflections. As I drift

Awakened Sight

He knew not but what he saw, yet blinding eyes were all he had, and driving love for loving’s sake had naught but driven mad. She took his hands and wiped his tears, and calmed his fears, and saved the years of torment he had lived so nightly.   Lightly he caressed her face; lace…