looking across the surface
it's like a sheet of black glass
no imperfections daunt its mirror like surface
the reflections
are the only thing
disturbing its tranquility
they are the bright spots
highlights of my life
but they disract my veiw of the big picture
if all i saw was the lake, 
then i could concentrate
but without the bright spots
my lake would not be unique 
i must make a choice
whether to have my perfect lake, 
or to let its silent sheen be disrupted 
by amazing things