Lake Camp

The sun had long gone down.
The shadows had ceased
The moon ,big, orange and bright,
Was slowly climbing up.

The game of five had slowed.
And eventually thinned, only two remained.
The moon shone on the dampening grass-
Its light reflected on the metallic swings.

The ball rolled consistently between them.
Histories were revealed, confidances elected,
Similarities identified, agreed.
To and fro the ball rolled.


Short interesting moon shadows,
Faint murmuring of the sea beyond,
Excited chatting of the kitchen staff….
The two only heard the others voice.

The ball ceased to roll
Awkwardness threatened the calm
‘I guess supper is ready’, said he.
‘We better be going’, said she.

It has been thirty six months,
Since the camp by the lake.
She as met many fellows,
He has been to three more camps.

Today they met, at the bus stop.
She gave a dimpled smile,
He spoke to her again, ever so tenderly.
36 months so long ago, seemed like yesterday

He has grown up so much,
She has experienced a lot,
Still the same he is.
Unnoticed change in her to him.

Yet the worlds separate them it has.
Presented alternatives for the other.
But the unspoken pull, the flame,
Shall not just be ignored.

Should the months double,
This time it could blow away the flame.
Could these months be reduced?
If only for the sake of two hearts.

Stay well my secret love.
Remember me o fair lady.
My source of inspiration.
Don’t be so long this time.

For even if philosophy tries hard,
To change my preposition,
And if your heart should grow cold,
You shall remain the light in my eyes.

21st Feb 2006