By A Summer Lake

By a summer lake, on a haunted day,
They watched their love just drift away;

Neath a cloudy sky, with a bursting heart,
The whole doomed thing just fell apart

In a sheltered cove,
In a better time,
They’d known the taste
Of love and wine

In a miracle
Of community,
That melted with
Impunity

By a summer lake, on a lonely day,
The war was lost with one last fray —

And though love be free, neath the cloudy skies,
The learned it always, always claims
A price

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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