Gentlewords

Meeting on the Lake

There were sitting two souls at the lake

The sun was setting with a gentle warm glow

a little silence, a bit brightness

so they looked at each other, and let the moment be

she stood up, ready to go

he gave her a smile without a thought

touched by lines of deepness and hope

she came closer and find her place

With cookies and wine, the feeling was fine

what "Lucky" it was, only the shore it saw

two souls, they smoked and felt so well

So fond of children and yet, childless

a new beginning, not easy, - the destiny so fortune

Was offered through fate, a hope for a chance

With bicycles they both went their way

She was in a hurry, he understood so well

Upon reaching their agreed place, he looked for the pink sign, in vain

he loyally waited thinking good thoughts, he didn't suspect of the things

After a time, he realized

she was gone, - alone, - wordless, not fine

What does this say to us, if we wonder now?

"Lucky" could tell him, with an inspired fairness

From time to time, an experience comes of luck so fine

so do it like me, - enjoy the moment and smile.

Hannover, August 28^th 2007