Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Cold Lake 

Holding tightly her hand
Crossing into forbidden land
She had found the only gate
Of love in a wall of hate. 

So the escape began
Of last woman and man,
Would it be death or life
Cutting cords with destiny's knife? 

Stinking pools of disease
Were shunned, and pleased
With their clever dream
Stronger grew the desperate scheme. 

Fording through the hundredth stream
Scorched clay becoming green
Secure enough to steal some rest
She lay her head upon his breast. 

In that breast beat a rhyme
Connecting ancient to modern time.
Echoing in it's ribbed house of care
All delusions that two might share. 

In that night their rippled breath
Eclipsed the calm mirror of death.
In a treason sleep the two were found
And with ambition securely bound.

                                                                                                                        © 2014Connie's Words

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