Innocent encounters.

             

Down by the lake. 

Charleston, South Carolina, from Gypsy Tales™

Where the trees curve, 

you can catch the rays

streaming through the branches.

Down by the lake.

You can hear the sun set;

birds fondly chirping,

crinkly leaves angrily crunching.

Down by the lake.

There are swings

always moving, never ending;

back when we were invincible.

Down by the lake.

Surrounded by the softness,

Charleston, South Carolina, from Gypsy Tales™

your words like honeybutter;

melting my skin.

Down by the lake.

Running through the damp grass

careless and free;

we are meant to be.

Down by the lake.
We wait
anticipate another day;
an endless play.

Down by the lake,
I remember you.
And me.
How it was meant to be.