Resting in the lake

Between cloud and ocean break

Silver surface shake

Pastel pink ripples

Amid teal and crested Grebe

I let my mind glide

Long light lays lower

Gliding on the gilded lake

I sink with the sun

What else is hiding

Beneath the murky waters?

Do I dare go in?

What lurks in these depths?

Who dares to cross this shadow?

How can we escape?

Invisible lines

Stretch across the wilderness

Disconnecting us

I may lightly float

In forgotten airy tunes

Woven into clouds

In the cool waters

Bask in sepia sunlight

Resting stone cold still

Sun slowly sinking

Lily pads quickly rising

Spring is in full swing

Living in the clouds

Is much duller than it sounds

A sombre surround

Frozen lake reborn

Frost coated reeds stand forlorn

Perpetual dawn

Shrouded in grey clouds

Thoughts turn to the closer things

A distant howl sounds

Launch me out into

The clear still waveless waters

May my mind make peace

The sun hanging low

Gives a golden autumn glow

To the grindylow

Which way should we go?

There are no paths on water

Every way leads home

Out of the black swamp

Alder branches twist and creep

Into heart shaped cracks

I wish I could fly

Down the valley, to the sea

Instead I run dry

The lake holds my gaze

Yet I cannot fathom its

Murky mysteries

In our children’s eyes

How will this be remembered?

The start, or the end?