about love … about life

I sat by the mountain lake
and looked at my reflection;
nothing changed, nothing moved,
there was nothing more to say.

then she came …
we looked at each other’s eyes,
we peered into each other’s souls;
there were ripples on the lake, hearts fluttered.

then there was the storm,
we ran to the forest, lived in the cave;
we hunted, we gathered, we laughed, we cried;
and we loved.

the storm passed one day;
we came out of the forest, and sat by the lake,
looked at each others reflections and built a small hut;
I made it strong, she made it beautiful.

we saw sunrises turning into sunsets
and sunsets turning into sunrises;
and then as suddenly as she had come, she was gone;
someone took her … maybe death … maybe life.

I sat by the mountain lake
and looked at my reflection;
remembered all that had changed, 
there was so much to say … about love ... about life.