A Lake in North Carolina
By colleen
The moon was not made of cheeseThat night.It shone a bright red,Unlike any we had seen before,Reflecting over the lake watersWhile the fire lit upOur facesInto distorted portraits,But you had never appeared clearer.Dave sang us songs celebrating friendship.We listened as questions of our own friendship and futuresLingered in the stars overheadTwinkling before slowly dying outAnd the s'mores melted in out mouthsWith warm tequilla Running down our throats with no remorseAnd four years laterI still recall how clearlyTension can fill the early August airAnd friends can so suddenly become enemies. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 12:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The moon was not made of cheeseThat night.It shone a bright red,Unlike any we had seen before,Reflecting over the lake watersWhile the fire lit upOur facesInto distorted portraits,But you had never appeared clearer.Dave sang us songs celebrating friendship.We listened as questions of our own friendship and futuresLingered in the stars overheadTwinkling before slowly dying outAnd the s'mores melted in out mouthsWith warm tequilla Running down our throats with no remorseAnd four years laterI still recall how clearlyTension can fill the early August airAnd friends can so suddenly become enemies...."