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At the lake today I wonder.
I walk just a step behind.
Things we never really say,
Never needed, never mind.

In the midst of all of this;
Most surreal green earth divine.
Stopped at the waters edge of bliss,
I feel a tremble down my spine.

Then he whispers in my ear:
“Girl, open up your eyes”.
I do his bidding well,
As I look into the sky.

And only Heaven really knows,
Why it is the grass really grows.

This strange pull of connection,
My hair is clasped in his hands.
My eyes close, I kiss the wind;
Rolling, winding, grains of sand.

Water before and ever more,
All life comes fore with.
Here, in this cesspool of creation,
Meaning formed how you may see it.

Then he whispers in my ear:
“Girl, open up your eyes.”
I do his bidding well,
As I look into the sky.

And only Heaven really knows,
Why it is the grass really grows.

What is the meaning of all of this?
What is this all about?
All the things need never say,
Filter our urges to scream and shout.

The world keeps turning,
Long past the expanse of sky,
Long past the churning, the burning,
Long past “you” or “I”.

The answer to the question I beg,
Lies in the most holy of whispers and sighs.
Love me never, or love me ever,
Long after we question why.