Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Mirror #283
The Mirror Upon this lake she came to gaze and stood there for awhile reflecting on her moods and ways as seen there in her smile not moving much for true to touch she knew the lake would be soon troubled by a stare or glare received quiescently the silver moon rose to its perch to rest up in the sky and cast its light upon her sight where distant stars grew nigh within the lake where none could break the silence of a sigh when there was seen a soul so clean that Christ could come tonight. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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The Mirror #283
The Mirror #283
