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Lake Montebello: September Summer
Lake Montebello: September summer
Looks likes like I’ve returned to from whence I came
Last time I was here I walked with the quiet rain
Now it’s a new day seems like things have slowly changed
When I was being softly soaked, I felt so drained
Like after I sustained relationships pain I wanted to
Once again get back in touch with natures presence
It something healing about water, I guess that is our essence
This present day is glorious because this is the day the lord has made
I begin my walk and see a school of ducks bathe
As the wind makes subtle waves, with synchronized grace they drift to
Close to where I am, as the sun creates a gold shimmer in the ripples
Man if that don’t lift you up I don’t know what will
The outdoors is my oasis that sometimes that deserted voids fill
Air the fresh air spills into my lungs I do nothing but breathe
Look up at the cumulus vapors in the sky, and say lord don’t leave
A beautiful day like this is a symbol of your majesty
Vistas so majestic transport me from my cities tragedies
Lavish with the serene, adorned me with the simple things
Peace of mind and refuge while I have these undeveloped wings
In the womb I give all my chaos some harmony
When I feel trapped in my fours walls, I wonder what’s wrong with me.
Well I guess it’s so easy to slip in the abyss of idle
To fester in the complacent is to leave it open for Gods rival
Well I needed a revival constant sleep becomes a black hole
Sucking away the warmth in a limbo winter so cold
Now release this load and I break depressions stronghold
By aggressively seeking a breakthrough, it’s time to be bold
It’s time to get out and get in shape for his attacks
I walk around this lake for strength, I walk against lack
I walk for His presents; my life represents this lengthy track
I vigorously walk forward; I proceed to not go back
My spirit has gotten stronger, now my body needs to be toned
For the cloudy days that will come when I’m home alone
Too much goes on in this dome, to stay isolated
My catacombs can be my worst enemy, world becomes jaded
Lord here I am I made it, from the bowels of an empty place
When I come here to get away, water, trees, and clouds become your face
I occupy this space just like all of your other creations
I bask in the September sun while I’m patiently waiting
For your will to be done, I know it’s not the season for naps
Here I stand, Awake, and ready for the coming of more laps.
© 2008 Poet of Pain
