Day at the Lake

We walked by the reeds

And we read by the rocks

We saw by the seas

By the cold water were shocked

Sat and we pondered

We pondered and sat

And the things that we wondered

Stood up or laid flat

I have spent my life waiting

waiting, waiting for you

Now down at the lake

I see a reflection of somebody

new

I am no longer the man I used to be

In the water I didn’t see anybody

I knew

Down at the lake, I waited, waited for you

Waited for you to rise from the water

Like Guinevere, like Excalibur

Like a sword somebody

threw

Now by the lake you can cut me

Cut me with your double-edged blade

One side for things I’ve said the other

For things I left unsaid

Down at the lake, you drew me

Like an artist’s portrait

Sometimes it was a caricature

Like a cartoon that somebody

drew

Now with your pen you kill me

You take away my soul when you make

That picture of that time when you saw me

Sitting down at the lake