I stand waiting by your shores;

hear the whispering of the leaves

your waters tranquil

your waters still

reflections of the trees shimmering

slightly with a lone, wandering ripple,

breeze blowing lightly across your

surface.

still waters, you are too still  

I once walked your shores;

laughter among your reeds

and with the breeze would march a regiment of carefree swells

but now I fear what churns in your depths obscure

without ever brushing the surface

Errant raindrops and the pebbles that I skipped

seem to sink without a splash

I fear one day the unspent waves will gather up and crash upon me

and imagine how my flailing arms will shred the silks of sanity

and all the howling storms once hidden will shriek unbidden from my heart

and so I stand...

waiting by your shores

and pray that when the waters break

they will only ripple once more.