by Roy Aranda
Lake of Sorrow
Lake of Sorrow
Swelled by tears
Your waters are calm,
Nary a tear.
So blue
So deep
Can it be?
You are the bank
Of human emotion?
You know my face well,
And I yours,
For I sit at your shore
Every day!
And ponder that
Which Ive lost,
What is no more.
Dare I hope
For comfort?
For respite?
Why not?
Her image appears
In your clam, placid waters.
And the smile tells me so,
That tomorrow will be
A better day.
And filled with hope
I depart.
But Ill return tomorrow,
To gaze once again.
Lake of Sorrow
Can it be?
That you hold tomorrows dreams?
Perhaps you do
For Peanut