MISTY WATERS

Water, smooth as a mirror, shiny as death.

I am the lake, the lake is me.

Are you the mist hovering over

my haunted vision and fractured mind?

Lost am I but bemused by your fragile beauty.

Your cold breath on my face telling me I am alive.

Mist taking me away, quick call my Mother. I’m about to drown.

Moon above, face of my unknown lover.

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