The wooden boat glides across the moonlit lake,
The water like glass reflects the stars in the
midnight sky,
Soft waves slapping gently against the side
City lights but a twinkle as I head into the dark
abyss,
This night, beautiful, crisp, unreal,
Only the moon to see the tears,
As they create rivers down my face,
Melancholy feeling floating through the air,
Wrapped up snug in his red blanket,
I close my eyes with the cold breeze in my face,
Suddenly, you are there,
Sitting across the other side of the boat,
In an instant I’m in your arms, one of your hands in
my hair,
The other around my waist pulling me close to you,
I reach up and touch your face,
Our lips meet and oxygen ceases to exist,
Lost in the moment, drowning in your eyes,
Burying my face in your chest, I inhale your scent,
My fatigue subsides as your warmth envelopes me,
With gratitude I raise my eyes to the heavens,
Thankful to the Father for making you mine,
That’s when you take my hand, whisper so softly I can
barely hear,
“Remember my dear, my love is promised to you for all
our years”
The boat bumps up against the other shore, you
disappear,
Once again, eight thousand miles between you and me,
Toes in the sand, blanket wrapped around my shoulders,
I look back out over the water, the night has gone
dark,
But with your promise in my heart, salty tears on my
face,
I know that we will be together soon, to have and to
hold,
~Kriss Elise Uganda, October 2016
That's beautiful!
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