Beneath the Surface
Concealed in the dusky deep.
The waters in the lake appeared tranquil calm safe and secure Though beneath the surface easily unseen and lying there obscure Lie undertows and currents snags dangers and hidden reefs That can pull me into darkness perils and concealed griefs.
The steely skin of the surface reflects images in smudged chrome Some are blurred some hidden and others are unknown Mirrors of what’s seen and distant smoky memories Are twisted in the branches of tall and ghostly trees.
Those feelings unexpressed lay beneath the mirrored glass Too torturous to be told and too indelible to pass They’re more likely to remain concealed in the dusky deep And pass across the mind like birds when lying fast asleep.
The nightmares like wild horse’s stampede across my mind Imprinted in lurid color a picture still there not left behind In the glare of daylight the images dull and dissipate But not erased by the memory where they still participate.
I now look at the world through new rose-colored glasses I’ve laid a picnic on a blanket in amongst the lush green grasses That grows around the edges of the lake between the hills Below the broken valley cut and fed by twisting rills.
And when the mind starts wandering, I look into the skies And listen to the music of the leaves and breeze that softly sighs And cools the sweat upon my brow and erases memories That are picked up by the passing wind and blown through the trees.
Then in the cool of evening when the whole world turns quiet I’ll gaze into star-studded skies and moonlight white and bright And watch my thoughts sailing upside down underneath the lake The troubled thoughts lost in the mind alert and still awake.
That’s when I call your name and cup my ear to hear the answer Pirouetting past my soul and mind a ballerina and a dancer Then from beneath the steely waters you suddenly appear In rainbows of golden splash you emerge then disappear.
©
David Rudder 14th January 2020
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