Blue lake, deep as my sadness,

You know my promise,

my best kept secret,

my soul…

Dark lake, still as my prayers,

the ones I only whisper

when lights are slowly drowning

into you…

White light, where can I find him?

It’s cold and dry the land

beneath it…

It’s lonely like my heart

that misses the waters..

My blue lake - just a remembrance

of love that seems forever

but dies under the cruel sun…

And if a million eyes

would cry a thousand rivers,

would you rise up again?

To feed our hungry hearts

with reasons to love…

against all odds

I’ll turn my pain

into poetry.