Ponder by the Pond

The sweet trickle can be heard when the moon is bright, reflecting across the sky all through the night, Cool and crisp, wet to the touch, dragonflys dancing with a wisp on the rocks, jumping in with both feet as liquid washes over me, now is about the time for some closure you see, It's never too late to relax with some tea.

I thought of the good days, the warm nights and fishing trips, Looking back in my mind it seems all so counterfeit, So easy for you to take on another me when you don't even see who I wanted to be,

We will never create another memory here, wish you never taught me that final lesson on the pier. When I look out I see something great infront of me...

The pond that was once a getaway for you and me, Now it just replays in my mind of all the times you lied to me, never will I forget that I tried to Waltz with thee,

Under the moonlight I find myself again...

Oh where would I be if I didn't have this pen?

© }KharmaticRhythm{ -2017