Lake Poem by Ronald Chapman

I believe you live in my past,
You and me floating on a rippling lake,
A warm summer breeze caressing our bare feet,
Surrounded by a mirror reflecting stars.

A long way, from today,
A long time, dreaming,
A long time, waiting,
To touch love once again.

Looking up each night at the heavens,
Struggling to see your spirit,
Looking for a bridge across time and space to your heart,

Seeing fiery stars,
Flying through space and time,
Messengers carrying memories,

Wondering if they are sending prayers to me,
From a thousand years past,

Never giving up hope,
Looking for your Soul,
In this time and place.

Seeing a ghost behind every cloud,

I raise my hands to the stars each night,
Praying my final destination is kneeling,
Before your Soul,

Floating on a silver lake,
Hearing the laughter,
From our children playing in the sunshine.