The Lake

Take me back to the lake,
Our neatly folded white flesh,
Shivering, jean pool,
Where homework left undone,
And my first kiss, were my only fears,
There, days stretched,
From one heat hazed shore to the other,
And Swallows and Amazons were gods,
We lived their lives, and dreamed their dreams,
And summer was infinate.

Take me back to the Lake,
My second love,
My first, a man and a woman,
Who promised the earth,
And delivered.
A childhood of magic,
Of Camelot,
Lark and lapwing egg, discovered,
My fathers hands,
Spinning brass bar into pawn and golden Knight.

Take me back to the Lake,
That deep serene memory,
Of indigo pinafores,
Sprinkled with galaxies of flour dust,
My mothers arms,
Cradling me from the pangs of puberty,
Rose bowl lips,
Smoothing my adolescent path,
A gentle coaxing,
Into my place in the world.

Take me back to the Lake,
Any lake will do,
Sky and water enfold me,
Let me look deep
Into times reflection,
To find, a boy,
A man, and a woman,
And bright brass castles,
Towering over heat hazed shores,
There, Swallows and Amazons are gods.