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Morning Star Oct 2016
Lady by the lake

She walks by waters misty blue

As dusk settles on the lake

She lights a lanten to lead her there

To the other side her gentle stare

In lightest blue her dress of silk

He's captivated by her dance

He waits for her though she is unaware

He calls her but she doesnt hear

He shows him self to her yet she does not see

A spirit she awaits to set her free

He takes her hand but feels no warmth her side

Untill she feel secure she only hides

He holds her close and leads her to the shore

He kisses her neck so soft an breathes once more

From her silent reverie she now can wake

She screams of fear and terror from her fright

But strong enough his love will hold her spree

She twists and turns her spirit not yet free

But echoes of his beeting heart break free

She allows him gift her body quivers see

But now real love and passion she can feel

Not control but warmth and strength surround her

She finds herself excited by his warmth

For now she can be loved also protected and not scorned

And sails unfold as they begin to drift

A journey new way of love they make

Into a sea of sensual awakening

Of  love she wakes from silent reverie

Her body gently laid across him

Stokes her golden hair across his chest

She finally feels free of evils quest

In the morning the light through shadows play

He lies there sees her slip away

Her spirits to the lake returns in beauty

For only night can capture her solice still
she fades away to lakes side call
She glances up and catches his deep his eyes they learn
she waits for the evening once more
For his return
Thomas Bron Mukama  Aug 2019
I am
Who am I??
I can't tell
I can relate.
I do survive and covered by the mantle  of God
I get kicked down but find my way up
I am noisy and lanten of hope to the weary
The least of the sober drinkers
I am way up beyond the belows
I am a young face never fades, smile that never ages I am half time tomorrow
I am the dream I never was
The first point off your full stop
I am the last bite of your crunchy bread
The berry taste in your lemonade
Take me on, take me not
I am way what I am
#herdsmanofprogress
Morning Star Feb 2022
Lady of the lake

She walks once more through waters misty blue

As dusk now settles upon the moon lit lake

She lights a lanten to lead him there awake

To the other side her lovers gentle stare

Of lightest blue her dress of silk  flows

He's captivated by her dance

He waits for her though she is unaware

He calls her but his voice she does not hear

He appears  to her yet he she does not see

A spirit she awaits to set her free

He takes her hand but feels no warmth her side

Untill she feel secure she only hides

He holds her close and leads her to the shore

He kisses her  so soft she breathes once more

From her silent reverie she now awakes

She screams of fear and terror through  her fate

But strong enough his love will hold her spree

She twists and turns her spirit not yet free

But echoes of his beating heart breaks through

She allows him gift her body quivers new

now real love his love she can heal
Not controlled but warmth and strength surround her

She finds herself excited by his warmth

For now she can be loved also protected from the storm

And sails unfold as they begin to drift

A journey new away with love they lift

Into a sea of light awakening

Of  love she wakes from silent reverie

Her body gently laid across his chest

Stokes her golden hair he will now rest

She finally feels free of evils quest

In the morning the light through shadows play

He lies there late in sleep
sees her swiftly slip away

Her spirits to the lake returns in beauty

For only night can capture her solice still

she fades away to lakes side call

She glances up and catches  deep his eyes they learn

she waits for the evening once more
For his return

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