Lent 11


The moon was glowing this morning

And the crows causing a ruckus

But we managed to push the shuck and jive of daily life

Below the lake’s shining surface.


I was wondering what else lay beneath

That rippling plate

And buddy was checking each and every blade

To see who had been by over the past 24.


When I caught a glimpse of you, just a glimpse

Peaking over the distant hills

Oh constant friend, illusive one,

An echo from that ancient time.


Are you just a projection, an illusion?

Some part of us we all see in childhood?

Who are you, and why don't you shine

Each and every morning?

If you want to tell me how much you love my work, please do.


© 2017 Charles Freeman

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