As I sat by the water streams, looking at my feet;
I see a mouth of sweetness come over me
I saw him trust his hand,
towards my way
That I might see him through
The rest of the day
My heart sank at his departure
Please my love I cry out…
The pain of your loss I felt
The stabbing from the moon
The watchmen found me
The crying I could
As they made their rounds;
I take flight to find
My lover as I stealth the night
In the garden of the fountain..
Where I find my love
My heart cannot quit beating
The intimate love of his breath
I find his relationship among my heart
To look beyond the time and to forget;
But Lord I know all I say
Oh yes my child do you now?
Look beyond the time today
And you will say the day with dampness of the dew
Will there be a child with eyes to see?
Who is yet lost I say?
My love is gone and I must know
Come away my love to me
You are fresh as the rose to me
You who dwell in my heart;
Come away with me. I say.
The stream is fine and running free as I watch my feet..
©Copyright 2011 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS- LANGFORD