Oh, how fingers dance <br />still across a piano; <br />Like bird wings on the waters. <br />as I ask for tomorrow, <br />I shall not to forsake <br />as ripple to a wave; <br />I shall over come, <br />with love and devotion <br />and a whisper of love, <br />a roar of a devotion <br />to be one, as a rock <br />skipping across the water. <br />Frozen in time still motionless <br />forever lost in dawn's mist <br />waiting for the sun. <br />with the Waters so black and calm, <br />the mirrow of solace feeds my soul <br />peace and tranquility....<br /><br />Randy Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-waters/
