Friday, January 18, 2013

Black Lake

The lake
is flat as glass
a black mirror that casts
the dark world back onto itself

~gold coins
tossed carelessly into the heavens~
are fire-flies frozen
on this obsidian facade
vibrant sparks amidst echoed mountain peaks

You don't know if your footsteps will meet
with tranquil water or vast sky
till your toes find the edge
You don't know you've
step into darkness
till the ripples
the image


el poquito said...

from my "view over here" - wishing you well. Just dropped by curious and wanting to say 'hey'. Nice to see you're finding a chance now and again to string some poetic words together now and then. I especially like that wind in the willow one.

all the best in this new year ~

lakshmi said...

Ed!! So nice to hear from you. Yes, I'm still at it--albeit infrequently. I'm glad you like the willow one--I do too.

Wishing you all health and happiness for the new year, as well. And love--that, too. <3

~ Lala