The Pond
by Dianna Brod-Bentley
01.10.92
Come off to me
my little child
so innocent and pure
Down through the path
and out the gate
I'll tempt you with my lure
Right past the trees
where flowers grow
and ferns are under foot
Your mind is new
your heart trusts all
my plans have taken root
The moon is bright
it fills your eyes
they glow with fantasy
The night is soft
your steps are light
you'll soon belong to me
My shore laps to
your beating heart
the rhythm I can hear
Come close, bend down
and touch my face
there's nothing you should fear
Your sweet red mouth
it forms a smile
your laughter rings with glee
Come closer still
please take a look
in me what do you see?
Just one more reach
now here you come
your cries can not be heard
Deep down you sink
into my arms
I'll never say a word
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