Glimmer Short Stories
Glimmer for Children
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To The Lake
by Cassandra Solon-Parry
I would like to go with you to sit by a lake
Lit by the haunted blue light of the moon
And then we would see, in the darkness, our love
In all the depth and the black, the light and the blue,
Our love, without end, all around.
I would not put you to counting the ways,
Various ways that you love me,
For love was not meant to be counted
Like years on the rings of a fallen tree, like the years gone by.
Love is more likely seen in the gaping scape of the sky.
I would like to go with you to the world's edge
Where Nothing is outspread below,
And down into the dark heaven,
With hand holding hand we would go.