Living on a boat, this could well be our view on a balmy evening.
How could I not take up the #writephoto challenge this week Sue!
They say Still Waters run deep.
Peaceful and serene, I sit alone.
I am unable, and dare not sleep,
Lest my Love decides to come.
What secret mystery do they hold,
These Still Waters obsessing my soul,
Remembering passions now cold,
Such exquisite rapture took its toll.
Waiting, watching, hopes begin to fade
For Still Waters to claim me to rest
Into their depths, mystic made,
And steal my last earth’s breath.
Eons have passed, what’s in an Age,
I know I can never be free,
A bird trapped forever in a gilded cage
And my Love, is just a memory.