i know what i may do <br />visit the black swans anew <br />if still they glide upon the lake <br /> <br />to stand once again along it's shore <br />as we did that summer day <br />to cast a stone <br />for my thoughts <br />cleaning the memories <br />from soul and heart <br /> <br />when, if, I return to that place <br />will it be as it is burnt in my mind <br />will it be for her, the woman anew, or myself <br />strange question, and so unkind <br /> <br />you can tie your hopes to a stone she said <br />sail it across the water for life, luck, and love <br /> <br />what about tying the past I now ask <br />to cast away a love undone <br />no, two hold such memories <br />two people, not one <br /> <br />thus, skipping a stone <br />can not server bonds of the heart <br />do we ever break such ties <br />or, simply turn our back on them <br /> <br />i never severed the ties that <br />first trip back <br />i simply closed the book's cover <br />while retaining its story in <br />mind and heart <br />thus, a skipping stone is not an end <br />but a start <br /> <br /> <br />Skipping Stones In Zurich, copyright Steven S. Walsky,1977 and 2003, all rights reserved.)<br /><br />Steven S. Walsky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skipping-stones-in-zurich/
