Texas Shadows

The evening Texas skies run red across the pallete of my mind,

Gentle breezes blow carrying the sweet scent of sage and mesquite to my senses.

The waves lapping against the shoreline of the lake, a reminder of days long past,

Days of happy reunions, lakeshore gatherings and streamside picnics in the mountains.

Who will walk these shores with me, who will succor my soul, gather me in their arms and give rest for my mind.

I will look unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.