THE LAKE

We sat there,
on the shore of that mirror-like lake,
pretending nothing is really important,
looking at the waves with black, empty eyes.

The sky's drummer
could be heard clearly
from there...
and there we were stuck and scared,
motionless, in fear,
listening to those whispering secrets
we told once
to the wind...
We could not stand it,
there were so many words
in the air.
However, I did not want to leave...
I was ageless contemplating
those taking waves.
These waters send out messages of held anger
as the drummer in the sky does over our heads.

We are secret-keepers
and our stillness made me afraid
as much as the secrets carried by the wind does.

I wanted to sing loud
trying to silence the wind's talk... and then
the last word fell down slow
into the lonely lake...