Sitting upon the log,
I glance out at the pond.
Nature’s beauty fills my mind,
The same way yours once did.
I cast a stone into the pond,
And as the stone sinks to the bottom,
The wavelets ripple towards their goal,
A shore they’ll never reach.
At the water’s surface, then I gaze,
And as my eyes glimpse the reflections
Of the tears that fall into the pond,
For the love that’s out of reach.
Dec. 12, 1980
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